ONEIRIC FREEDOM

Wings wings wings wings,

it seems that life tries to destroy them

but it only makes them stronger and

more powerful for the final flight.

Eat carrion the smalls birds

of low-flying, they are frightened by the

shadow that covers them, united they believe

to make a big one in order to

break down the strength of

a phoenix's true wings, but

with a dive flight it ends

with what it was, an illusion, a

mirage, it was nothing, (they were

nothing), every day they constitute an unreal

bird to feed on the external suffering

but then they remain lost in

their minuscule shadow without finding

themselves.

Fly fly fly fly,

with wings bigger and stronger to maritimes skies,

to deep skies of the universe,

to skies with great clouds and shadows,

to skies with big birds.