Start over,
with the new faces,
the learned lies
of hatched disappointments…

Start over,
clinging to the feeling,
with a fixed look to the future…
and the soul caressing the wind…

Bitterness and pain times,
of broken hearts,
of full pride,
of strangers united
just for the suspicion…

Times of strength and faith,
the one that only Heavengives us,
with the deep longing,
that everything is paid on the ground,
both, the good,and the exiles…

Times to start over,
in this land of febrils…