Doors

There's this light on the other side
Passing underneath the wooden door.


My heart tells me to open it
But my head tells me to wait.


So what should I do ?
The closed door is in front of me.
And what can I do ?


Voices from afar whisper...


So I'll take a step forward and before that light vanishes...
Before it diminishes to nothing
I'll open it !  


(Texto by Catherinne Duarte)