Each time i have different tones of dreams,
I organize their kinds of hues,
Wondering when my wings will won freewill,
To fly to somewhere else searching for hope...
Looking for a:
A landmark of fate,
A stripe in my own land,
A unborn wake-up,
A stone lime in the respective place.
So:
Let's finish the prohibited signs,
Let's paint them and throw them to the sky,
Let's ask to a cloud to raise us,
And yes! Let's slide the rainbow!
Respecting my nature,
Everything I see will come true.
Follow me in this journey!
Our feet in time will be seen and not forgotten.
The breakthrough of the misunderstanding time...
André Castro
I organize their kinds of hues,
Wondering when my wings will won freewill,
To fly to somewhere else searching for hope...
Looking for a:
A landmark of fate,
A stripe in my own land,
A unborn wake-up,
A stone lime in the respective place.
So:
Let's finish the prohibited signs,
Let's paint them and throw them to the sky,
Let's ask to a cloud to raise us,
And yes! Let's slide the rainbow!
Respecting my nature,
Everything I see will come true.
Follow me in this journey!
Our feet in time will be seen and not forgotten.
The breakthrough of the misunderstanding time...
André Castro
2013/15/11
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