I know you think of me,
and I lose myself staring at your sad eyes ....
but then I know that it's all over, like an abyss of hatred and sadness ...
and it's absurd how a person can from day to day slip as rain on the grass and mingle with the mud ...
with the passing of the hands become light fall from the sky and turn into sand and then get lost in the air ...
You were like a footprint on a beach with every wave you fade but before disappearing came back clear and lonely, every time passed more and more seasons, and now remained only the memory deleted from the water mixed with the flavor of my eyes.
Now I no longer feel the need to see the sunrise over the ocean path, check if it is your own track, I no longer want to know if the waves of my heart have been able to overpower your memory.
I would cry, ever, but I know that with the passage of time the leaves fall from the trees, as well as all my pain, then will grow new, stronger then rimorire, just like my love.
And the sad memory fills my limbs like a shiver calm making me wince on myself as well when there is no more sea proccupazione nor any of green, gray and sad that taste of reality where everyone thinks he is safe, a home or a city ... wherever it goes your memory will be lost ... and then a host of other tears and fade away like a feather blown by the wind that will touch the breeze of the pain and then disappear like snow in the sun.
