Nothing choosing,
the walls not been no more
and I a discovery of the moment,
every single moment in time.

Bright light on the day and in the night
falls me sweetly like vanilla ice cream.

Badly I feel all this in streams of child sense.

To grow up is the key for a child to be
and keep being in a body of years
and space of conscious horizon.

I get through but keep forgetting
what to be and see,
for feeling is my vocation.

Yesterday the streets were full
and the crowd was my friend,
the music was loud and coming
from all around.

People's faces smiled
and couples dancing
like tomorrow only a sound.

Loving this city and its people
and somehow knowing that
it's going to grow like I felt
deserving years ago.

Wandering around on my own,
accompanied by good people,
living the doubt of having too much
and not telling or making.

Dancing the keys of the night
smiling because it will always
deliver a new clear day.

Life does continue.