And another one of the same year...


The Point

It seems to you I can’t see you now. It seems I can’t hear your voice.
You feel you’re becoming nothing for me. But never it was my choice.
I’ll tell you, my dear, it wasn’t yours and even it wasn’t my youth.
The point is that time can’t turn against me. And that’s, believe me, the truth.
You think that I saw you and heard before, but everything comes to the end.
But I’m a dreamer conceiving of all, I’m not a psychic, my friend.
And if I ever perceived your life I never could realize.
I feel like I dream of you all the time, I mustn’t even close my eyes.
And that my ability hasn’t died for sooner I’d die myself.
So you can not see what’s happening now, but probably I could help.
Before I met you and understood you’re living not in my dreams,
I imagined easily all I wanted and nothing could hinder me.
But since I think you’re tired of me, you’re looking unhappy and sad
And always in doubt about my love, whatever I did and said,
You’re having enough, you’re saying good bye, and how do you think I might?
How can I go on with the story of you? I’m feeling it’s not my right.
I’m feeling that something is stopping my thoughts as soon as I try to dream.
It’s killing me fast, much faster than time. A year in the minute seems.
And nobody needs me to hold his heart, and nobody gives his hand.
I’m feeling my fate is to live apart. I’m feeling it’s really the end.


2012