I observed during the morning, then get lost in your smile
and forget the daily war.
I would like the feather of a new stroke, a petal that can
become a refuge from all the moments of melancholy.
I still touch your cheeks,
as if they were made of silk
to try to regain myself.
I would like to wipe every tear,
make you forget what the sadness
and show what man has lost.
I would like to silence my questions
because I had found an answer to this chaos that surrounds us. I will see you when you
grandmother
say that time will never pass,
untie the knots that will bring life.
I would again like to accompany you,
so nothing can harm you
and give you the idea that you will live forever.
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