Sometimes when the sun takes off
I stir the hope and look inside
and between my heart and the longing
just doze a puddle of downpour.
Behind the look a dream jumps
that unintentionally is stirred in the throat
a blind run up your neck
a stumble that breaks the balance.
There will be no reason that keeps the balance
when absence cries in the senses
when loneliness is a big pine
that grows in a garden of white lilies.
There will be nothing but shouting against silence
when my chest invades the drizzle
and even if your light was not the same
and I stand where I still wait for you.
Sometimes when the sea reaches us
and only the dew soaks the soil
a fast bird runs through the sky
and the distance grows over time,
and grows, over time the distance.
There will be no reason to keep the balance
when absence cries in the senses
when loneliness is a big pine
that grows in a garden of white lilies.
There will be nothing but shouting against silence
when my chest invades the drizzle
and even if your light was not the same
and I stand where I still wait for you.
I remove hope and look inside
when grief presses the throat
behind the look a dream jumps
And even if it rains on the street, the wind sings.
Sometimes when the sea reaches us
and only the dew soaks the ground
a fast bird runs through the sky
and the distance grows over time,
and grows, over time the distance.
May beauty choose you
that goodness defines you
forever, happiness
keep that smile in you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)