I come in on a detail, part of the dream come true.
I am a prisoner of your breathing
and I never wanted to escape.
Far from Heaven'm usually always
when the breeze clear the city.
I close my eyes to look,
and I can see spending
all my life THROUGH the glass.
Some hearts
never find the other half
Ropen others long before there are hearts to prove to rest forever in solitude ,
and others will change
together until the end ,
still shine