I believe that my little footsteps
are stars of a sky in formation,
Designed by little boys and girls
who walk in the same direction.
And that we are the real heirs
of resources we plant on the ground,
like dreams of a bright future,
Like seedlings that ground around.
And so I give my hand to whomever guides
as we go together step by step,
laughing and jumping full of cheers.
That lives in my childish eyes.
The sparks of a future so happy
As full of love and joy.