He was just a man, 
even him with his destiny, 
but he hatched his wings to the wind, 
at dusk, into the sky. 
There he found life, 
he learnt how to fly; 
he knew the boundless vault 
and sailed into the sea. 
High, at the horizon, 
he fulled the word through his dreams, 
for himself and everyone 
who loved dreaming. 
A young lady followed him, 
he brought her away 
perhaps he skimmed her heart, 
catching her hand.
And he went away forever 
because that was the right time, 
but when the sky is clear 
still someone, voiceless, 
is searching into the horizon 
the trail of his dreams... 
and still feels his shudder.