Every moment is another chance to turn it all around.
Pictures and photographs, memories and windows,
goodbyes and epitaphs, heartbreaks and hellos…
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map