I heard once of this place called paradise, a passion closer than you think. A place where the sun beyond the golden hills would sink. A place with tears of joy cried rivers of happiness, cought up in this moment, nothing more, nothing less; an undefined time or place, feel the gentle wind as it puts a smile upon your face.
Seas with the reflection of memories and trees with fallen leaves, each representing your enemies. A place of skies clouded by your wildest dreams; when it rains and soak the ground you're now walking on a reality. A place where stars are at the reach of your ...