I have a fear that I do not know how to name
Being the flower that returns to the gray floor
To be nothing, fleeting hunger
that will quench the thirst of the sun
In a waterhole that rained
I see the color of the sky that is going to fall
With my hands I will hold it
I will meet your blue skin
And you, why do you refuse to see?
Why do not you hear me scream?
Is it that I'm not real?
Why do you prefer to see me die
to see me touch the sun
What can burn me?
My hope is like a blue sky:
illusion that is hidden by fear
Silence gives you warmth
Nobody sees her burning
The light sleeps on a glass
that nobody can see
The immortal voice will invoke her
that nobody can hear
hope
A sun
It goes, it goes
I will fall in that well of light,
I will no longer be afraid of being an illusion
I go behind the blazing sun
I do not have a name or a voice
I am water of your thirst
I go behind the blazing sun
the intensity of its light
fire of my faith
I am the veil that is going to fall
reflection of a blue sky
that nobody can see.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)