On It illuminates your darkness. Undertakes the transition to the new dawn. It makes sure that the images calm the commotion of the day. You may feel that she is holding you.

Words loaded in your mother tongue. Peaceful try spread. They let on the story. They raise the soul high.

Memory gives you the strength to endure. It keeps the longing for anticipation unquenchable. Without the need. It travels you through time. On the horizon you seek to be on.

You sleep. To erase the trace of the day. The board is cleaned. You ask. To write better the next day.

Stopped. The inspiration is stuck. Unmoved. Everything is delivered to the conqueror.

Next to the dreams you pair images. Landscapes of your own. You can travel. You do not count time.

Do not stop dreaming Do not waste time Do not be afraid to love

There are secret keys on our body. Well protected from the naked eye. Invincible gates withstand the random attacks expecting the one and only that deserves their conquest.

You open new chapters. You can. You don’t get scared. The balance goes slow. You breathe away from your goal.

Desire is burning. It extinguishes the dream without the fire of the soul. A walk-on in your own life. You forget the future.