A Hidden treasure. A discovery. For the second time. A life. Waits a moment.

You had the time. To listen again. To breaths interspersed words. Separate. Caressing the ear. They can.Blow life.

By ticking time passes. Ticking without looking. You can to freeze your desires. Do not confess the dream. You can continue to pretend that you live. But you do not stop filling the silences with words.

You make the nights books. Pages are lost in eyes that do not get satisfaction. You read image. You drink to live in a time that is not enough.

You carry dreams. You deny the limits. You make the ride. Yours. You easily get indifferent. You mark. Wounds sprout everywhere. The colours do not fade. Fortunately.

You are looking for encouragement. You dive. A silence extinguishes the light. Each and every day sucks your energy. An indifferent life. It does not care about what's gonna happen next. Do you?

You expect. To to hear the sounds. You learn those that you can. You think that the day will come. The balance of a breath. The source of life.

Unique amongst. You dedicate attention. You don't fool around the world. Precious. The dream is the governor. It leads your wandering. Everything looks like they're brand new.

Silently. I am around. I save the seat. I let counting matching moments. Drops. Are painting a name. Next to: "I want".

She holds out her hand offering a scene in a dream. Reality covers with sky your imagination. Game. She flashes your hours.

A glance. An glimpse of her own. Aiming. On you. A shine. Lost just when your eyes blinked. Nourishing your hours. You ask. To read the signs right.