DANCE WITH ME

                               Time is glancing at me. I pretend I don’t see him,
                               as if his eyes want to rob my youth and carry it away
                               and drink from the cup —which is mine—
                               It’s my thirst for life!

                               I slowly turn my face
                               just like the sunflower turns his own face towards the light.
                               Now I dare to look into the eyes of time and I see no thief,
                               for, I can see he has the same eyes of life.

                               While I can, I want to run, I want to jump, to roll and to dare,
                               to swim in the river, walk in the meadows,
                               not minding the clouds and not seeing the shadows.
                               I shall then honour the life I was given,
                               breathing her air, open my heart and feel it receiving.

                               Tomorrow the storm will lift to give way to my thirsty heart
                               who to time is giving one more glance,
                               and receiving one more chance
                               to drink from the cup of life
                               and invite her for a graceful dance.