When the forest is behind us and the journey magically becomes an amount of memories to hold in our hearts, we will feel happy. The acquisition of the sense of travel will open us to a thousand possibilities, this time to choose.





Heaven Is Over There

You should have left
where light overcomes darkness,
I can see the light
and the touch of my hand
would have given you paradise.

But you’re still here
where darkness resists the light,
the smile does not overcome sadness,
where heaven is far away
as much as the touch of my hand.

Dance while there’s music,
your spirit can never die.
The touch of my hand
is inside in the rhyme of a poem
and in the notes of a song.

Maybe you’ll leave, maybe you’ll stay,
you know I want you
and the sadness won’t make you smile
but my hand will be beside you
every time you close your eyes.

Heaven is over there.