How long is this Way

How long is this road.

I do not know how long I traveled on foot.

How often smiled to myself over the hills

How often believed I had felt all that was possible to feel.

Breathed fragrant petals

The wind stole from me

Smells of varied fragrances

Sweats, pure wines made to the colors of blood

Look back

My way crumbled, I see only the dust that not low.

Maybe I spent my time too quickly without stopping to rest

A screen made ​​of dust grains

Write a book that will never leave traces of words

I hear songs that go like seagulls

In flybys close to the sea

As the emotions that come to us without ever touching

How to live only for reasons

As if they were counted rations for life supports?

More ... When you can not leave footprints

Will create wings, never to return.