sábado, maio 22, 2010

Through the window

I see you through the glass
I try to reach you

You are the reflex of a never fulfilled wish
An unfamiliar face in a strange picture
but I feel you

This silence goes beyond desire, despair or dream
Nothing really to be said, only the hope
to keep seeing

And I'm affraid to miss you if you disappear

In such a tedious world
Now I'm running.