Travel

Spin around With the Earth Reach the horizon, talk to him Are you sea? Or land? Not to escape or to find Just discover lakes and hills inside of me Share the sun Put my stuff together I want to lose the time Taste a breath of fresh air What if I learned the craft of the wind? Can I blow? with you? Feeding soul with landscapes Loneliness becomes a cave of wonders Full of love Put my stuff together I want to lose the time Then come back 'Cause return gives meaning To travel To travel To travel --- Travel - Still Life