Where do you catch the fishes of your dreams?
in the classroom of faces and paint
where do you put your face up to hear the wind breathe?
in the playground of the unknown others
You walk alone, shoulders down behind them
the skip of my heart reflects in your eyes
you don't skip anymore
the curtain has been drawn
life is beginning again
on a Monday morning
and you have to leave behind the happy shadows
to learn a new way to walk,
keeping your secret dreaming strength high.
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