I got a call from a friend of mine,
like she was reading my mind,
looking for magic to feel alive,
asking herself this same line.

“What do you do when a fire burns in you,
when a flame is so strong and it lasts for long,
what do you do when you want to break through,
but you just don’t know how?”

I try to be away from the what if space,
my mind could go there, but it’s not my place,
I can only break those double glass doors,
by feeling the world with my eyes and nose.

Smelling some other and not my sea,
feeling some other, a different beat,
passing by people I’ve never seen,
thinking what their lives could be.

Some souls need those long paths,
to walk them and clear their minds.
Writers dream of sitting in cafes,
where great masters wrote their essays.
Some others hope to be blown away
with a scene of meeting THE ONE on their way.

And I…
People would say I got it all,
but somehow, I still want more.
I want to make life better for all
and to create things that last for long.
Memories of happiness for children of mine,
great ideas to become alive,
and beautiful words to travel through time.

This is a fire that burns in me,
and traveling is my therapy.