How many sighs, how many wishes, how many souls, how many evaporated tears, how many dreams fit in the stars?
I think that's why they are scattered there, in heaps, bright, twinkling, waiting for us.
They are at the mercy of new eyes, restless fingers pointing,
with red noses from crying so much...
They are always like frank friends
like a mother's love
like the flower in spring.
They are always ready, waiting for your gaze.
She closes her eyes.
Do not open them until you reach the shore.
When you get off, don't expect to step on solid ground.
walk calmly,
You can't fall from the sky, when you're in the South.
Raise your hands.
Let yourself be caressed by the sea foam!
The waves need your sweetness as much as you need their melody.
When you reach the waterfall: jump!
Falling is not an accident for you.
Even if you bend your knees because of the pain, keep moving.
Do not stand on any rock, its apparent hardness can suffocate your freedom.
Close your eyes!.
And don't open them anymore