The storm subsides and returns to the river flow.
Has left some friction, caresses and printed
a mark on my skin.
Back to live, re-think. Regain sanity
I thought forget, hidden anywhere..
Gone are the days of agony and knots in my stomach.
look back and see that it is so far away
I lived, so distant ....
Passed my blindness and light through the pupils back to notice.
Do not want to forget, I do not want a new storm.
Today I miss you and hands in a written paper,
come and go.
Awake from lethargy and discover everything that surrounds me around
to enjoy new flavors, new scents.
You've gone to another back to vibrate
and I take this opportunity to touch new freedom
Unfold my wings, my ideas and hundreds of other things ...
Light dies down and makes you see what you've left behind because
your experience been cut and now you have to lay
and you wonder how to start, and re-vibrate
perhaps asking for a new opportunity.
Retrieve the lived and start believing that everything
is possible and that couples with their comings and goings can be controlled.
But you still do not know how painful day without me,
Or, as painful day without me.
And while I feel illusion, I exploited the alegria: the sun bathes my face,
motor winds the heart and prepares to coin new day.
And you still do not know how painful day without me,
or is, as painful day without my.
Thanks for letting my wings open again…thanks.