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Cloud
A dream disguised like a cloud slowly slides through my window and your skin, distant today more than never is smoothly drawn in the shades that the first light of the morning projects in front of my tired eyes. And I wonder again and again why your aroma didn't leave with you, why your voice doesn't silence in spite of the distance that grows, because your look left a while ago bound to the desert that gave life to Us... Would you be sitting down now under that old lined tree that nestled our laughs, our dreams? Will you be sitting down there,, while I'm not able to rove the sidewalks that never will see us again? Now the wind blows and the cloud slips away, and the ever smiling face of the sun fills with pain my eyes spent by the cry... You left beyond where I could reach you and you denied me the last kiss and the good-bye because, wound how you were, you decided to don't hear again about me, about the poor silly that, scared, pushed you away that evening. And you forgot the night, and the trees of the avenue, and the beach and the solitary island. But you are here, I can't remove you because every dawn I find you leaned out of my window, drawn in the delicate shades of the dawn, slipping away when I try to reach you... Just a dream disguised like a cloud... |
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