I could at least to have one dream
Perhaps life was different,
For more than I often fantasy,
I am sad and dispirited The Way,
That I compose in the false paradise,
The world is passing to be so much different
But my soul has always silly mind,
Routine whenever the same as, which is inexperienced...
Playing with words, errors,
Using images of the happier
Changing all these nuances,
I travel in freedom as the winds...
But as soon reality comes to light,
And leave me silly fantasy...