What is a conflict,
Between me and destiny,
Every time I'm dreaming,
And every time
it makes my dreams shattered,
 like saying me that,
with what right do you dream?
When nothing is in your hands,
But as such I am used to dream;
Just as  ,
in the rainy season,
me as a child ,
use to float  paper boats,
  in the flowing water of my courtyard,
And sometimes  the boat was sinking,
 sometimes succeded,
But without thought of consequences
Today also in the rainy season,
i am  floating  paper boats;
And have been dreaming.