9-1-09

I used to win a lot,
get the victory with an only thought;
I liked that easy roads but they gone,
sands of south await for me in this dawn;
someone came from there and makes all real
an illusion sometimes you receive and feel,
make to forget that sad fights and wars
but do not close your windows and doors,
you know, we aren't alone in the story you're writing
don't give up, and with the bless try for it to be still fighting...

I hear nomada's fans dreaming awake
Simontxo's words are never a mistake,
thinking on that dress for my have my will,
and having too less and too much to fulfill,
but my hands, my mind looks for you
and the answer flies quietly in the snow too...