There's no one on the streets...
Just him and the Moon,
a few stars, now paying in advance
to Heaven for leaving him alone,
tonight... no one cared about him.
But, although the morning air is chilly,
he feels light, not like in the pain's fortress,
on his own, listening to his own silence,
waiting for her to come back...
for sleeping together the immortality.
For the soul speaks to him
of unblemished paths
when his eyelids go down
into undisciplined dreams.
Then, through the sound of a guitar,
the Moon whispers about a hungry love
that announces his longing.
The heart sings its sorrow in trembling poems,
he listens to the rhythm of the crazy whispers.
Swinging through some lyrics and music in his ears,
thinking of her, as he lost his soul mate.
He's watching the night loving the shiny stars,
missing her lips, how she gave him ephemeral kisses.
He wants to know that he still has wings
and the right to fly again,
don't let him leave from the wonderful life's scene!
