Madurando Sueños

So many dreams hidden in the shadow of pain
only silence remains that carries my heart
I mature with my dreams and I won't let them go
like a dried seed in the middle of the sand.

Plucked by absence, they want to stop loving me
desire like a thirsty dove looking for where to fly
dream that wakes up inside rises through the loneliness
becomes a scream, becomes master of all vastness.

Fly little dove over the hill, the sky awaits you now
be free like the winds, I will reach you soon
if I am a dream, I always come back pushing others
towards the sun of my guitar that knows where it's going.

From below I am the branch holding onto the storm
as long as my legs hold me, the sprout will bloom
the dreamer is like a river seeking the sea
becomes a course with the wind and reaches any place.