Descrição
My dreams are so fragile,
Vain illusions lost between two hearts,
Lines lost in tired palms,
Looks that no longer find heights.
But the world, a hurried carousel,
Hides them in its banal noise,
In the shadow of worries, a dream has faded,
A sweet song, a final dream.
And in the rush of fleeting days,
We forget the stars, the mystery,
We lose hope, withered like a flower,
In an ephemeral time.
