Sprinkling shadows camouflaging dreams of future.
Silent night recalls falls of another.
The wind doesn't breath and the stone of him passes.
The world fading and people getting mad.
Born for this and knowing it so deeply.
As the storm comes to an end people begin to understand.
All news report endings and all I see is grand new beginnings.
Just yesterday he went to the camp side close to his bedroom
and caressed some horses; one young male and a beautiful old female.
They seemed fine, eating grass like all their dead yesterdays.
Animals have the solidarity of evidencing Nature's voice to the human eye and heart.
Chaos is on our head with our pretensions existence,
"survival" like the native american indian sad...
Power is now just on believing.
End the war on greed to succeed.
You are and you have dreams.
To be who you are at where you are succeeding on little steps reaching life.
Let life find some dreams for you that you didn't even knew you had.
If you are humble and alert you'll see the signs.
The world might die for it needs his rest also
but the one who finds himself lives beyond this world.
If you close your eyes you'll know what I mean...
Feel.