13 abril 2014


Wild horses through the window
Stand still in the glass 
The wild heart of a brave soul 
Come alone, with her past 

Home of brave, she said 
While shined her eyes of fear


Beautiful season to drop the leaf
While the trees dance in the wind
You just stare at me.

Our secret is the art
We made freedom blow our hearts 

Autumn comes and left
It's just a season 
That comes along.

Is just a whistle
That chills our soul 

Please, please... 
She whispered so lovely. 

Aline Castro