the man looks on his shoulder,
it's heavier, as if there was something pushing him down,
"it's the weight of the dreams", somebody once said,
"that's when you know you grown older,

the ground start's calling you".

walking through and around,
life flows with him, and happiness
has not the same meaning to him.

because he lives in the middle of this lands,
he walks between, the past, the present and the future,
and when he becomes an elder,
he'll be young as a kid.
And he will have lived enough to wish to live again.

The moments are passing through me,
I'm dying and living again, and again.

So tell me, my love,
what more?
The Silence talks loudly
when we are alone,
i want to live more and before
my life is done,
so i try to let my life fly away as it slips.