Love Never Dies...

WHEN
YOU
GONE..

Rain is falling down, from my window it hears the splashing of drops  whose are tears on my eyes. Evening is falling, it's letting win by the veil of the night, 07.09 pm it's the time on the clock, but in my heart there aren't hours, just absences.

My hands write in the absence of something to hold, in the absence of his hands, his words, the verse of his existence next to mine.




These feelings are too much for my heart, i can write thousand words whose meaning the
same, his name.
Was right that poet who spoke about the pain and say goodbye, who said  that
pain is and would be the higher rung, last of the love. Who predicted these tears falling down just to hear, remembering only one verse of those words that lifted me to the heaven beyond the sky, to the fantasy that drove me to madness, to this haunting, inhospitable, delirious way to the ruin, in the love that i've given up without more resistance, without can give or say more about me..


::18 august 2010::
A little piece of memories of those days, when you were away my ocean child, wearing green and looking at the starry skies, in the black nights of august, dreaming..