There are days things seem unreal we believe it is a dream painted of reality. On the contrary, there are days things seem so real we wish it were a dream.

The times life seems un real it is as if we were breaking time into many pieces.
Is it so? 

Breaking time,
light enters through the corridor,
fightened I close the door.

It can't be me...
I think.

It can't be that much love...
I say.

Why did I break time?
Did I want to be free?

I hear the birds chirping,
the day has begun,
and time has been forgotten
'cause I am breaking it
into trillon pieces called:
Human beings.

My child, my father, my mother,
my child, my brother, my sister,
my child, my family and you,
my child, the stranger who
knocks at my door as I close the door
to freedom and life.

It can't be me...
I say.

It can't be that much love...
I think.

Is it the truth?
Silence reigns.

It seems I am in love, so
I peek at the door,
and light makes me blind.

I close it again.

It can't be you...
I think.

It can't be that much love...
I say.

Breaking time,
light enters through my window,
I am in love of life, you.


It can't be you...
I say.

It can't be that much love...
I think.

Windows are open,
light impregnates me of bliss,
so I... At last,
I contemplate the beauty
of being in love of you...

It is me.
It is you.
It is much more
than that love.