Waiting in the platform to the train to come
The sun snuggle in between my hairs and skin
I thought in your words and your look
Minutes passed and my life with them
*We are what our minds think
All of the souvenirs and ideas
We are what we are able to be*
Moon raises pale on the clouds
They look at you to know from where you come from
But what matters is where you go in each step
Night´s breeze wrap you up in mystery
While the sweet and delicate moonlight rests on the river
*Chorus
Now I´m dreaming awake
I enjoy with what I have at my side
But I can´t help to think universally
*Chorus
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