I open the book of days and suddenly
the world lies ahead.
I sail away with the Orinoco flow to the hills of Ireland.
The evening falls and I paint the sky with stars.
Next day is a day without rain and a midnight blue sky.
I listen when the river sings about the Celts.
The storms in Africa fades one by one
It is just like a carribean blue fairytale.
I am lost for a moment so I ask the mountains for guidance.
Only if you want to will you fly away with me to the China roses.
On my way home the memory of trees returns to me
May it be a place where hope has a place.
And winter came.