One more... nothing more...

That time was just a naive kid ...

The polite and quiet boy ...

His heart was made of sand ...

and as an hourglass, the sand was trapped ...

following without constant flow ...

its tough glass was, but as old, if would weaken ..

until a certain time, your glass cracks ...

poor kid lose his heart gradually ...

could do nothing but watch grain by grain down the almost exposed crack ...

and its sand heart, no longer heart ...

the boy had been able to just watch ...

no acts, no gestures, no answers to give ...

poor kid, barely know it is dying ...

unaware that his skeleton along the sand will ...

little knowing that at all was made of paper your dreams ...

poor innocent boy, now your time has come ...

no time, no time, with nothing to spare you ...

per hour died without saying a word ...

while his body thrown in the sand to decompose was ...

their poor dreams fluttered in the wind ...

maybe one day someone will come ...

and find these lost dreams ...

and have the joy of experiencing them for him ...

since he can not live for himself ...