A 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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