Silence
The days that pass...
the hours, slow, like defunct bells,
like rusty chains;
the days that pass,
the fallow that inhabits
on the other side of the bed...
everything is dark, unhappy,
everything, without you
It is more bitter.
The days I dream,
these that pass, and nothing remains.
Everything is trickling
like sand in my hands,
and there is nothing left, without you,
like air in your hands
and I have nothing...
I only ambition the glare
of your cheerful look,
everything is dark, sepia, unhappy
if you are not with me,
hunger bites in the soul, and rage
eat my laughter
and I do not have anything ....
The days that pass
slow as chimes.
Yesterday, we were happy, and free,
and now, I yearn, evil in the dark,
without light, without your ginger-colored eyes,
and tomorrow........
Where will I be, tomorrow ...?
My body gravitates,
unhappy,
and I do not feel anything,
only pain, pain,
damn pain
that encyst in my soul .....!!!!
