Life is nothing but time in the wind
The caressing hands of wind on the skin
Swinging trees in the eye of the scene
Flowers dancing to the rhythm of the wind
Falling night your presence finds its peace
The horizon at the end of the finishing sea
Luminescent moon that brightens my street
The whirlwind of dreams while sitting on trees
The arriving destiny snatching me with its hands
Trances when looking at the boundless heavens
Mister silence revolving its hands around my head
Life is a blink within a dream that passes like the wind