I am the one,
who stays quiet like a book waiting for someone that can read it;
the one,
whose soul starves for the opportunity to create
an unusual perception of every single object it sees.
I wonder why we always build our own prison,
killing the heart and feeding the hatred.
I pretend to be a dreamer;
the one,
who is going to wait for a new world
until we can accept the real meaning of compassion.
I worry about the way in which we escape from our identity,
changing life for gold and gold for death.
I understand that life is cruel;
however, it is the best method to learn the gift of love.
I say that nobody has the right to kill a dream,
but dreams have the right to kill the doubts.
I dream about a change in which I can design a piece of a new galaxy
in which all humans can be together as our original inventor thought once.
I try to give my best every single day
in order to live without nightmares.
I hope to find happiness
in each smile that people can return to me.
I am the one
who stays quiet like a book waiting for someone that can read it;
the one,
whose soul starves for the opportunity to create
an unusual perception of every single object it sees.