To be as a child as they say, it's a state of the soul
Play, jump, cry the things that don't matter
Scream, run and enjoy
Flow, yes flow! How hard is for us the adults to flow!
Fly, fly, fly, laugh, dream,
pretend to be one with the music,
be the music itself
Open the heart to new feelings, find your chest,
let your thoughts be caressed
when you see a bike howling by speed,
feeling the goose bumps in your skin
Feeling the breeze undo our hair,
accompany of a hold going up and down
in our stomach, everything mix up
Like if the bit of the butterflies's wings
was strong enough to push us and disorient us, like a roller coster
Let loose that craziness in you and listen to the sounds of the violin of a free mind
Make music to the heart, enjoying love
like if it was sweet bread just baked from the oven
Been able to create with what we have
but above all, been able to create with was has already been invented
To see the world from within, with lots of flavors and colors
Play, create, love, enjoy, smell love everywhere
like Shakespeare, love is a child!
