" I see the rain falling on my window I see but it is not raining it is not a reflection of Today my thoughts ... I miss you ... "
His eyes radiated a happiness that was once shaded by smoke and noise ... now, he was a different person ...
Meanwhile, I'm still haunted by the ghosts of the past, longing for each minute the sweetness of his eyes fixed on mine ... I would not need, not need, but I need both, I sometimes feel afraid to feel ...
Days like today are those who would like to delete from my calendar, those in which the happiness happy people strolling the streets looking in every shop window in his face and drawing a big smile ... all world seems happy, happy, however, continue walking through my mind dark thoughts fulminate my smiles, turning them into incessant crying in every corner roof of this cold ... I love the roof
, I never tire of it, so many memories that live in it, everyone who has been there with me, enjoying this place, every time I go I feel protected, as if all those people who were here one day, will last over time and would continue with me, maybe because I feel his presence, I feel safe there ...
Remembering some event happened within those walls wet, outline a shy smile, and I turn slowly forgotten by that guitar in the corner, the strings to ring again, and let myself go into those memories, to these experiences and thus regain breath and get the strength to go ... and I perish here, day after day, night after night, at my window I glimpsed a moody cat in the dark, I stay there in silence, listening to the rain fall ...
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