Darling, the road is there.

            My wings are there.

I love the beuty of the colors…

The trees: I love them!

I want to run and play with them.

I know, I will be happy.

If I’m here,

My feet are like pulled

To walk over there.

Don’t you know darling?

The flowers are blooming?

I love there scents:

There’s beauty and radiance.

My spirit is free…

Myself is pure.

My fate is there.

But darling, you’re here?

Your presence do sorround me;

Enough to own me.

Can we fly together

Darling?