Moving to the other side of the street Imagined his own life People who cross The good of the day is not always present I expected other words It was easy to see other moments for yourself To face the reality of your life It was not so easy Between the moments that pass and we are sleeping We lose the opportunity to love more Detail that will make sense Being in the present To offer hand towards you Many things have passed in the ages of the universe The past repeats at infinity of the spiral And the future deceives our dreams Passed many hours, with the lights off He felt himself inside all the memories It was years and years, just remembering, just imagining But when, would live the present Between the moments that pass and we are sleeping We lose the opportunity to love more Detail that will make sense Being in the present To offer hand towards you Many things have passed in the ages of the universe The past repeats at infinity of the spiral And the future deceives our dreams