Alma de Bohemio

Pilgrim and dreamer
cant
I want my fantasy
and the crazy poetry
that is in my heart
to speak,
I go with the stars
and the most beautiful things
awake to dream,
because I trust them

I always felt
the sweet illusion
of living
my passion.

I seek in the celestial eyes
and in jet-black hair
sincere passions,
sweet emotion
And in my poor wandering life,
full of illusion,
to give all
my heart.