Victor Requião

Amazing, not so long from here
Shine apon the day one more step
Further ahead of the old ones
Which its marks are not revealed by time.

All senses seems to be lost at once
And all imagination seems to be hidden.
Why such moments always appear as part of the path?
Could it be at least demystified?

Along, quite here, I touch my hairs with softness as the wind.
All breeze would conduct me by touching my back,
And another shiny step will be left on the paths of time.