miércoles, 28 de abril de 2010

Midday flower

Are your broken petals healing?
Is your path going to the right place?
Coincidence has taken away the memories?

While Time goes by,
my life is getting numb,
you bloom, I cry, I know
there's no path takes me to you.

Your bright colors won't be seen by me,
just in dreams, In life, in tears,
I'll only have some images.

Now Your sorrow memories decide where the sun shines are coming from,
the right place to go,
where pain is not around.

The doubts, the days, the breeze
are taking me to midday, to noon, to know
that you should go, away, again,
to get all the joy, the brave and the passion of life.

I guess Ill get to my old days again,
to walk, to breath, to try,
to survive time just another night.

I always have your smell, your senses,
your past life in a cassette,
to watch and live for moments,
to release the pressure of my shoulders.

Good bye, I know,
I won't, see you anymore,
I'll kiss the wind, I'll Love the breeze,
to make you know what I feel,
if sometime you come back to me.