I love people who have just woken up,
you hear them mumbling about floating dreams,
and the comfort of warm sheets.
I love people who can look at themselves,
face their naked body and skin and don’t back down,
but make another round.
I love people who twist their hair,
and knot it on top of their head,
and embrace the effortless look.
I love people who aren’t ashamed of emotion,
let their voice break and tears run,
and never hide in the shadows.
I love people who stand up,
start an argument to defend themselves,
and find satisfaction in justice.
I love people who can burst out laughing,
who giggle or scream or grin,
to express their amusement freely.
I love people who express their creativity,
who draw or paint or write poems and books,
and consider them as a brilliant artwork.
I love people who do their best,
who accept failure as part of their mission,
and try until they reach their goal.
I love people with a positive vision,
who remind you that the rain will always pass,
and remind you that time will heal everything.
I love people with outrageous desires,
with a voice, knowledge and a clear idea,
who never back down and never give up.
I love people who are close to themselves,
I love people who are sincere, honest, and pure.