Tango of Life

The way  of thinking in a wave that quietly weaves,
In  passion  find yourself by catching  thoughts,
Looking at the bubbles that reflect arise of  dreams,
The fact that time is just a drop of someone's  loss.

Holding  breath from happiness,
  The secrets of our days  being  kept in  foam ,
You are waiting for puzzles of destiny ,
Looking  for the shelter in the rush  of vows.

There are passions bubbles that  build your home,
Throwing miraculous oxygen into the agony of love ,
There feelings  are awaken naively,
Desires make you hide behind the cross.

Turning this drop into a snowflake, it  gripped with cold, leaving a thoughtful fog ,
And only in the spring, with a wind  of revelation,
Removes the time of witchcraft vows.
Having asked a question and made a wish,

Memoirs of the   past  in the question of
"What do people need for happiness?"
And  a  whisper  of a wave,
"Love."