gotas de casulo

WINDS

Feel free was always the phrase
I used to think I understood it
I didn't
Now that things are getting clearer
It's like a baby bird starting to have a clue about its winds
Although all I have inside, I'm free

And there's no one who could tore it in peaces
or take it from my sureness

And I certainly have much more than a clue about it
"The answer is blowing in the wind"...
Gratitude.
Hapiness.
Light.
Freedom.