Another poem to be lost forever....
And a poem to spend a little time....
You remember yesterday when you look at the mirror?
Is not strange to see this face in different days?
When you look outside the window you see a little the sun...
Life is flawing in endless ways, once looking at the dark,
Once at the light side of life..
There are the days passing, slowly and free, in hurry and seeking....
We change and change, looking from the same window,
With different depths, into the same sky, onto the clouds..
We grow old and grow younger, looking at the ground and sky,
Like looking at the some trees changing, at some flowers.
It is the time and us, living and dying, changing eternally...
It a stone without meaning,currying in ground and our backs...
It is the flawing of the water, the air, the trees saking or not...
It is some of us, sitting silently on benches on the side of the road....
The time is gentle, the air is blowing on our faces,
Other times wild and other times softly...
And we look from the same or different window with same or different eyes...
And life is not the same, and most of us are not...
Some windows, some doors, some benches are different...
The cars are passing slowly and fast,
with a cigar and a coffee, sitting with a purpose...
Maybe some eyes, maybe some people, maybe....
And we return to the same house, to the same bed...
And the house can change, and windows can change...
And the time is passing, is passing...
And sometimes we look from the sky,
Sometimes we look without reason..
There is no reason in fear or hope,
There is no reason at all...
But better to hope and dream...
And better drink coffee and smoke cigars...
And maybe the window somedays is better to be joyfull....
And better the wind to blow and the trees to move...
And better the darker to become lighter...
And the sleep is over, and the dreaming is coming alive...
And time and dreams are flowing....
And time is fake..
