I
A funny smile,
a grinning demon,
a defiant gesture,
Why did you call me?
A remote island,
an isolated space,
a burning wish...
...and there, me.
Asking everywhere,
praying,
searching for dreams,
"when someone knows
how to fly
should he keep the secret?
Definitely, not." - I cry.
If you lend me your powers, I´ll try touching the sky
...and if I fall,
the beauty of the view
will heal the wounds...
I won´t tell you how.
but, why?
You are able
to teach me
and also have the might.
what do you want in reward?
You cannot offer me anything,
poor little man.
But I can advice you:
If you really want to fly,
be aware of hostile winds,
fallen angels and broken dreams.
I can fight them, sir
I have been training
my mind,
I do not fear an ambush
I am in peace,
the request is powerful but
I only have that wish.
You really
do not need wings
Have not realised
that you could make
your own ones?
Maybe he´s right...
let´s try without his help,
and when I finally
breath the clouds smell,
my soul will totally rest
and the dream will end.
