Memories paths with a sense of the horizon, I see nature, I see the sky that acclaims itself with all beauty, I implore, I cry, I laugh but no matter the challenges but the Horizon is always in my sight, I look at the sky as the last conquest of my dream.
The sky is an infinite sea where oxygen in nature combines in the most sacred way of giving life, the ecosystem of life, but the sky is not conquered by just looking, it is conquered with dreams and with words to jump with.
Opious word infinite breath that, I have to pronounce exclaiming to the infinite sky, where I want to wake up because every dream is conquered Beyond the sky, but the sky is my path where I will wake up.
