Young Thinking, Old Soul

Once I was a young man who thought I ruled the World, who knew it completely, who drew it on my own way

Ah... Yes...

Once I was a young man who walked between broken dreams without hesitation , who didn´t wrote over broken lines... I created my own lines, I painted them, I could even erase them!
Well, I played with my own lines and ropes.

Ah.. Yes...

Once I was a young man whose own eyes sparkled more than sun and lunar lights. They glittered for every impulse of life

Ah...

Now I am a Man in construction, a Man to discover himself, a Man to love and to be loved

Thank you Grandfather.