Experiencias

Just like a flower painted with joy,
just like a forgetfulness remembers its
so many harmonies..

just as fake,
just as empty
I feel in these days....

it seems like the end will never come,
singing in time,
later in the truth,
looking for a little bit of happiness
playing playing with reality......

learning to live in a hole
without coming out without coming out,
without finding a remedy,
looking for your hand
I keep dreaming
that you will help me
even though I know it's in vain...

and I think of so many memories....
without knowing they escape through my pores
tears and wind...
pieces of my life, false joys.....

and I cry again,
kowing that I don't know if it's true....

(x3)
and the end comes