Sweet, so sweet...

Sweet dreams are made with honey and care,
sweet laughs are made with care and jelly,
sweet nights are made with jelly and love,
sweet tears are made with love and marshmallows,
sweet dances are made with marshmallows and tickles,
and so many more sweet things are made with so few ingredients,
but there´s something special, 
something so precious,
that's born only after seven months:
Sweetness itself, made of only you.

Careful there.

Oh, here we are again.
What is it this time? Did you get bored and decided to wake up the rabbits while it was their break? Or did you notice a couple of slight mistakes - the kind of thing that doesn't matter at all - in your teachers' speeches, and weren't able to stop yourself from correcting them?
I mean, I know you, and I know how you work. I know what makes you tickle, what you can't control.
But they don't, hun. 
So you must understand they won't understand.

Cycle.

ay after day,

Night after night

I can see the moments

Disappear as they go by

Things that have happened

That will never come back

Returning is impossible

Everything goes through that crack

But there's no sorrow

No problem out of it

Because even if they go away

Even if you can't redo as you see fit

There's time, little one,

For more and more life

Not the same, not exactly

But don't worry, don't mind

There will be new magic

New starts, new ends

New life around, new things for you

New memories, filled with happiness.