Even the Dream

And he said: 

Still the same old dream, the place where I was born in that town, even listen to my primary teachers scream my name, those children who grew up with me, with whom we planned to do great. 

I've come a long way here, I look at my feet with the marks of time and dust, is that I'm even in passing that my way to free me from this body that keeps me captive is not over. 

Aaah yes ... a been a lonely road and still did not finish, my prints are no marks for the wind to clear road land in peace my child as when walking on my mother's womb. 

Yet I keep watching a human touch. Hatred, no one is born hating, we learn, so it is best to teach love, because love comes more naturally to the human heart 

talking about love. 

Even I can hear who I loved most in the world. 

I want to approach them, touch them, feel them once again 

but ... they are gone.