Don't disperse in every corner

Don't disperse in every corner,
in the echo of voices that seek your light,
for each word is a step
and time is a river that flows without a cross.

Close the doors to foreign shadows,
for not every step deserves your walk,
there are curious eyes, and words in veins,
that try to steal from us what belongs to home.

Your being is a garden, delicate and sincere,
cultivate the silence, breathe the blue,
don't hand over the keys of your whole world,
to anyone who comes with tulle intentions.

Your time is a gold that shines in your chest,
and your energy, fire that dances in love;
navigate the routes with steadfastness and longing,
and keep what is intimate, what you can dream of.