PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007
Once in tender age,
Reinforced by the flame,
I played without the vanity
Sublime of those who love.
In the field of innocence,
The days were of celebration,
Without the weight of experience,
Joy was the only proposition.
The laughter, the bright sun,
The heart light and free,
Each moment was vibrant,
Without fears, without fury.