While the night passes slowly
four walls look at me intently,
while the paintings lament
because there is no one to speak to them,
while one is sleeping
and only conscience works,
a storm is lit
and I realize that I miss you.
While the water passes fresh
and there is a river of lamentations,
while the moon makes us sick
and it infects us loneliness,
So life is not perfect,
it escapes me and does not bother
because I know badly live
if you are not.
While the world breathes to me
what else do you give me
no matter how much the wind blows at me
I lack air.
While you are going
I will not forget you
the world does not matter,
Unfortunately,
the world turns, even if you are not
and if my door is still open
It's not because I think you're going to arrive,
I have a party with music
that comes from the street.
While barefoot the sadness
on the sand of a lonely beach,
while the lighthouse lights the cliff
I raise a shout to the stars,
while I listen to see what they say
they fade while dawn
and my eyes are drowning
wrapped in salt.
While the world breathes to me
what else do you give me
no matter how much the wind blows at me
I lack air.
While you are going
I will not forget you
the world does not matter,
Unfortunately,
the world turns, even if you are not
and if my door is still open
It's not because I think you're going to arrive,
I have a party with music
that comes from the street.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)