In sad day, I pray for me and for word.
Why, where and what it came to me.
It are questions….answers come and disappear.
I’m the culpable, because I want to sleep…one life.
I’m afraid for me.
I stopped, I want to dream.
I lived in sad nights and I’m full to dreams.
In nights with rain and wint I’ll come up with hands full of light.
I flay in thoughts, because I love birds of paradise, then kiss the land and sea and sky.
I die in time, like flowers in winter.