few stories, a lot of rain,
broken desires, hopes to mountains,
the love of friends,
the my wife's heart.
The strange sensation of the morning
best of each day in a few
share with her
minutes trapping hands.
Building our life at every moment
collecting from his lips the smile
finding their steps and their aroma
working background beliefs.
well together Fighting madness,
open field fighting the misfortune
weathering the blows at every moment
stand together against all odds.
Waiting hope
contemplating the horizon without seeing anything
simply looking little
heart to heart
Returning to the I walk each day
raising us all falls
building the horizon from dawn
embraced regardless of the time.
Loving every day without question
without betrayal and lies that might cloud
manage our future
every day admiring our luck.
