sábado, octubre 29, 2005


I drown among my dreams
with perverse intellectual's smile
donating sighs to the wind...
You always leave so quick
without knowing if you returned,
without finding out if you will come,
you leave so quickly
without announcement in the night
I wait for you
I listen to you in the wind
not you if you say goodbye or it is alone the image
of the moon in my eyes...