Written by: airton parra

Immerse in a deep blue sentimental waters 
The fall has no hole, beginning or ending.
Losing all morning glows somewhere in time.
Flights over night, desires are the bird wings,
Made in dream of the night as a satin nest.

Fly over brightness circus, without fear to die.
Desert places painted by the white light in the sky.
Starry circus denuded in colors of the soul.
Illusion worlds reveal the secret of divine creation.
Lives under the roofs, seam the canvas to care us.

Night falls over an iceberg sailing without rote.
From the silent room, a sight takes away to the sea.
Look in a cold glass of window, nights seem eternal.
Distant worlds built by the water and glass slides,
Flow under galleries, lives of desire eager to reborn.