Moving to the other side of the street
Imagined his own life
People who cross
The good of the day is not always present
I expected other words
It was easy to see other moments for yourself
To face the reality of your life
It was not so easy
Between the moments that pass and we are sleeping
We lose the opportunity to love more
Detail that will make sense
Being in the present
To offer hand towards you
Many things have passed in the ages of the universe
The past repeats at infinity of the spiral
And the future deceives our dreams
Passed many hours, with the lights off
He felt himself inside all the memories
It was years and years, just remembering, just imagining
But when, would live the present
Between the moments that pass and we are sleeping
We lose the opportunity to love more
Detail that will make sense
Being in the present
To offer hand towards you
Many things have passed in the ages of the universe
The past repeats at infinity of the spiral
And the future deceives our dreams
