Faces appear and get missed.
The feelings inside built in the instant of a kiss,
will crash down in the dirty ground of nowhere.
The illing heart will never recover.
The blasted bomb that we call love,
blow up the atmosphere and all the atoms existents
sucumb into a vacum of sillence!
The light dissapears for a few seconds,
returning softly blured...
The shape of your face is focused by the flashlight of a thunder.
The storm is iminent in the faded horizon.
We still here looking to each other,
standing, like two sculptures of the ancient times.
So much to say...
The silent orators echo they speaches
in the frozen walls of a dead theater,
where puppets of love and hope
are dying in a hauted corner.
Take my hand make it happen!
A question still floating in the air,
like the last butterfly in the wind...
How far is that dream??
