Mystic river

There is a mystic river called happiness

under a high high high bridge,

built by human geometry,

where our reason can live.

Peeking the river from far far away,

just admiring its measure, direction and flow,

deep currents fell off from my eyes

to the abyss where my dreams grow.

The river is full of whirlpools, covered 

by fog 

and colored by a foreign blue sun.

Don´t try to guess if it´s possible

my love,

 cause we must be crazy to jump.