While I was sitting there
And the music travels carried by the breeze
And after the first piece
The sound of clapping took me in peace
The music goes loud and screams in the details of the past
The scrambles of memories got scattered coloring my tears
The shadows of yesterday carrying my dreams
I took my pencil and drew in fears
Music insists to play this tone and I go through all the details.
Details
I am made of Details
I am lost into Details
And I will come out of all the details
Like the images drawn in your eyes
Reflecting my vision inside an ever lasting journey
I have gone through many details
And realized that I am living in a closed book thrown in the sand
Covered by the days, and read by your eyes.
