where nobody lets their childs swim...

Sometimes I talk to the Moon, ´cause I need somebody to listen, and she does.

Sometimes I stare to the stars, ´cause I need someone to glitter, and they do.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I can smell the soft scent from a shooting star...

... shinning in the dark...

When I breathe, my troubles go away. When I dream, my heart feels no more sadness. My eyes are like birds into the horizon and mi soul is just a bit of pain...

Sometimes, I feel like a little boat floating in the middle of the ocean. Sometimes, I hear a noisy wispering voice calling mi name within the air of the mountains; and I answer, and I sing, and I can read the Moon and smell the stars, I can hear the little birds, coming home again. 

My sails are openly strained because of the strength of the wind. A glitter catches my eye in the edge of the boat, just a vague reminiscent of an ancient spirit shadow... A glittery shadow over the sea, which go away, far away...

Far away, there is where I want to be sometimes... there is where I want to be now... I´m far away, in a place where nobody lets their childs swim... in a place no one dares to fly to...