And I come here; in this cold and silencer morning. I insist in believe the things, the signals.
I wake up thinking that this day could be better that yesterday, could be more interesting and move on. My dreams, sweet dreams .. Could I change this? I may thinking more, dream more.
Be happy. This is true? Everyone pass for one day that you don't know nothing? Is true?
We can dream, dream dream.. but when this dream will to consider my power, my force in realize it? I walk in the street alone, whith the wind coming to my hear, and I feeling some sensation diferent, something special. Like if I record every moments in my life that made the diference.
That moments are all that I want. I don't want that it come back, because is impossible.. I simplely want live something like it again.