There it is a start of magic Between the obstacles of the heart That it is attached willingly Between an

evening that does not die AND a night to discard Like a package of Christmas

There it is a start of irony In The to hold cuddled THE thoughts plus secrets AND to find them already

revealed AND to speak I was I Am I that lent them

How many things that you do not know of me how many things that cannot know how many what to carry in the

journey together

There it is a start of cheerfulness Between the obstacles of the heart That I want to deserve me Also while I

look at the sea While I leave to be shipwrecked A ridiculous thought

How many things that you do not know of me how many things that cannot know how many what to carry in the

journey together

How many things that you do not know of me how many things should deserve how many what to throw in the

journey together

There it is a start of energy That pushes to rock me Between the mine say and the mine do AND hear does noise

Does noise walk Between the obstacles of the heart

How many things that you do not know of me how many things that cannot know how many what to carry in the

journey together

How many things that you do not know of me how many things that do not want to know how many what to throw in

the journey together