I'm not old enough for dreams,
nor to love a little more,
the soft echoes of my owners,
whisper in the wind, no more.
Life dances in a thousand colors,
and time plays at hiding,
that to the rhythm of my yearnings,
the years never count anymore.
I have no hurry, no fears,
my heart lives in the sea,
where the waves bring love,
and the sun dares to dream.
In the garden of my memories
youthful laughter blooms,
each moment a new encounter,
each sigh, a virtue.
I'm not old enough for dreams,
nor to love a little more,
for when the being is a little one,
the years never count anymore.
