The child that still lives in me
He appeared one day with radiant sunshine,
without looking for it, like a whisper,
in the mist of a vibrant place,
We walk among enchanted shadows,
with eyes of wonder and the soul of a child,
every corner holds golden doors,
each step is a magical sign.
Colours fly like butterflies,
in the depths of a labyrinth,
the laughter lingers, they are silent,
Whispers of a dream that I never abstract.
The child I was, with his sincere laughter,
takes my hand and the fear reduces,
his eyes reflect the true light.
There is no age for this wonder,
I celebrate his bright return,
in the games of shadows and lights,
the child that dwells in me, constant,
is a beacon that never diminishes.
