Back to MySelf

Keeping back a centre of life.
Looking for people that have care only,
far from brutality and selfishness.
The sound of wind and the smell of the sea.
The heat of the sun all the year long,
burning in summertime, hugging in the winter.

Jump in the uncertainty train,
regretting all the time having done it.
Rowing against the current, inventing my own flow.
It’s not a prayer, it must be a vow!