This Hidden Universe
Truly alive, my heart waits to reach the night
While my fairy wings try to command my flight.
Floating over pink clouds and yellow trees,
My surroundings seem too small to me.
War seems little and without reason to fight
Compared to high values which are right.
Hatred seems to be the mask of
While love appears to be the route to charity.
Human souls float like myself
In a cotton like universe.
Come and visit me in this tent
Where the money is inexistent.
Only a crystal palace made of dreams
Wait to be felt and seen for you.
The way to reach this place is in your own heart.
Close your eyes and think
in anybody else apart
MARIA CRISTINA AZCONA