Walls If I walk of a side In the other I see myself in the
mirror. I
wake and soon sleep In a winged dream, Where the sadness
I forget. My joy transforms a desire Into achieve to exceed the walls. However, the
life show us always A little of our imperfections, that Joined form walls. In a side I find One
mirror and see my face. Of my eyes roll tears When seeing walls and failures in meeting . I feel in my ego a disgust, For the suffocated feelings. Such which a wire when uncurling My life leaves to lead. In the other day I wake inspired And the walls they are of the Other side, dressed with the Fancy of my life.