Is the time to collect empty cans
and the endless trouble with self-doubt
Listen to your heart the ends, above the clouds
while glaciers melt with a smile.
It is time to put tricks and

finally feeling the freedom as an achievement
together and be a hundred,
one thousand diners to the table of the time, live.
Is the time to breathe dreams, stars, and truth
to grant an applause —
is the time the game was about over,
the aurora lights up the new colors and a soft tenderness.
The drawer of the memories are clear of the uncertainties,
while the neighborhood dance to the sound of your harp