Flying between seagulls
of a sea that belongs to me, shared
in our absolute freedom, of belonging to no-one
and spinning with everyone
around the hills
filled with stories
murmured like fables
of fairies that don't exist
but will continue to fly.
Flying between seagulls
of a sea that belongs to me, shared
in our absolute freedom, of belonging to no-one
and spinning with everyone
around the hills
filled with stories
murmured like fables
of fairies that don't exist
but will continue to fly.
Volando entre las gaviotas
de un mar que me pertenece, compartido
en nuestra libertad absoluta, de ser de nadie
y girar con todos
alrededor de los montes
repletos de historias
susurradas como cuentos
de hadas que no existen
pero continúan volando.