With the heart, very gentle,
light as a cloud, there,
there is my soul: so light.
Sometimes I sway among the stars,
I take momentum and leave my body.
They are the whims of my heart, sweet,
sugary, and sometimes so bright.
In that other world where there are no problems,
I simply float. I swing on the stars,
and everything smells like so much love.
They are special moments that are only dreams:
again and again I throw myself
into those warm and beautiful dreams.
And for a few moments I paint my world with colors,
in that other world where I can be who I want,
that gentle soul that loves kindly,
that unfolds wishes of love,
wishes of happiness so everything will go better.
Among light feathers of sparrows scattering
in the garden of dreams, next to a white house
where it is easy to fly.
Among feathers of angels falling on my chest and lifting me,
in intimate and secret moments, with soft music,
where everything becomes gentle
and everyone is happy.
Leaning out from the heart to the window of Paradise,
a place where I am so tiny that I can fly,
flying with the heart of a child,
where dreams are so light
that nothing weighs me down.
Only dreams.
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Nov 19th 2025