To fly away
On wings of my dreams
Would mean to lose part of my memories
But also to change part of the world -
The one where you are placed.
Your soul
Is like an exotic country -
It's hard to get a visa
But once you're there,
There's nothing more impressive,
And the immersion of sunlight
Is immense.
I'd like to hold you
In my arms
And touch you
With my hands.