And as the water of a river, the words like drops continued.

My ship stopped its sailing, I had found a small bay, and I was happy........

But, sometimes the clouds appeared, and I was sad.........

The clouds had not let me see you, like the clouds don´t let me see the sun....

and so, more than once, I cried..........

and I was.........

.........your poet

.........your thinker

.........your builder

.........your crafter

.............................your dreamer............