at that coast..
and now, at anther shore.
Alone, infatuate with my naked soul.
Youthfulness gone without return back,
become as an old bird,
living alone on his tree
waiting a time which don’t come back...
left a way looking for a new type in my alone life..
looking for a new plastered with lime drawing ..
which melt by touching...
and all going to disappear..
no where I can got a rest,
only my night...
a night is me refuge.
A night which all my dreams came back to me
and to get anther new dream life
again.
« return.