last night I was talking with my cigarette
I felt tired, tired, bored and so empty
that sometimes I even think that I do not even exist
that sometimes I even think that I do not even exist
I lit it very slowly I gave him a smoke
and when looking at the smoke that in space was volatilized
remember so many things that I thought forgotten
he told them all while smoking him
I talk about you and my prayers
I told you about your kisses and my hopes
I told you of your forgetfulness, of my many tears
of what we live and that today has become nothing
I told him that it is possible that nobody loves me
why have I tried to live my way
because I refused to pay the tribute
of baseness and sin that the world demands of us today.
that maybe I'm finished or that life has beaten me
that I have suffered and cried, that I have fought and laughed
and what I have gained by being so understanding
only to live desperate, in a world so empty.
last night I was talking with my cigarette
and when I finished thinking I stayed between sighs
that in this sad verse, which is the world in which I live
only he is leaving me, as a single friend.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)