Breaking time,
light enters through the corridor,
fightened I close the door.

It can’t be me…
I think.

It can’t be that much love…
I say.

Why did I break time?
Did I want to be free?

I hear the birds chirping,
the day has begun,
and time has been forgotten
’cause I am breaking it
into trillon pieces called:
Human beings.

My child, my father, my mother,
my child, my brother, my sister,
my child, my family and you,
my child, the stranger who
knocks at my door as I close the door
to freedom and life.

It can’t be me…
I say.

It can’t be that much love…
I think.

Is it the truth?
Silence reigns.

It seems I am in love, so
I peek at the door,
and light makes me blind.

I close it again.

It can’t be you…
I think.

It can’t be that much love…
I say.

Breaking time,
light enters through my window,
I am in love of life, you.

It can’t be you…
I say.

It can’t be that much love…
I think.

Windows are open,
light impregnates me of bliss,
so I… At last,
I contemplate the beauty
of being in love of you…

It is me.
It is you.
It is much more
than that love.

There are days things seem unreal we believe it is a dream painted of reality. On the contrary, there are days things seem so real we wish it were a dream. The times life seems unreal it is as if we were breaking time into many pieces. Is it so?