Dear little person,
wearer of the happy smiles,
of the turquoise personality,
Of gentleness like a marine breeze...
The sun's fingers do caress the sea,
the calm morning is rising.
Look at the blue skies,
enjoy what you see?
Hear the chiming of the silver bells,
echoing the subtle wind,
Viva la vida!,The flowers...
As especial as you are.
Feel the sand between your fingers,
Slipping through like silk, like time,
Close your eyes and breathe in:
the still air, the solitude.
Run barefoot through the horizon,
Feel your lonely childhood,
So happy and free,
and yet so incomplete.
Imagine wonders, blissful wanderer,
as you sit on a smiling moon, your legs dangling.
Watching the skies melt:
A palette of fire hues.
Reach out at the stars,
grab a fistful in your hands,
They're like little fireflies,
Dazzling your curious eyes.
I see you yawning, little person,
don't be afraid to fall.
The moon will be your craddle,
the night your blanket.
Goodnight...Goodnight.
