11 th.

Since the sky was cold, heart´s country is sleeping. I could see all leaves, moving in emptiness. Over it, easy step seems it cold be restored, in hands of wandering, under feet´s wanderer.It´s like a natural reward, coming from the blood season shaking through rainbow stones. Walking this way, I feel, I know, life is not much longer. Like an old blues, burns. So I think about you, about what was our dreams then. Do you remember ?” Find a word to touch the world´s eyes”, we said. We lost it...yeah...nothing is forever. Even you ( a punch on the wall , a scream, a sob )...I´m tented to think that at the end, anything is better. Then, a few free tears, haunting on memory and time, stay away from misery. So tonight, while land turn off the lights, I´m watching lonely stars return, like every day. Seeing this kind of magnificence, a simple defenceless movement on the firmament gets a man and his doubts...walk away. My head lay away too, touching a dream, shine friendly. Bones rest with troubles, and a song is falling : this is my tune, my music, my rain at night. Only a silent feeling, and, somewhere, there´s still a stairway, to heaven.