We never see it but is always there
and we know it is there, we can feel it
Maybe because we are not prepare
to open our eyes to this great world


Where the moon is never the same
and a new painting is always there  
waiting to be discover in a shy frame
made of dreams and wishes of gold F

To open our eyes we are never too old
But yet we can be too small to realize
That this world can be warm and cold