as sorry to see the sky falling,
like rain on the skin of memory,
I looked, I invented,
between each broken dream, the remains of my faith.
and you, as impossible to forget,
distant my frailty,
as usual,
and here I am, broken wings and why,
and later opened my eyes to the truth,
what to escape.
desperate and see me,
broken into pieces,
I fall at your feet,
like a piece of past
do not know what to do.
desperate to return,
the water of your love that calms my thirst,
and here I am wet with tears of yesterday,
like the first time.
do tell me how to dress,
with the blessing of your bare thin,
back, watch, and write new stories
in the book of your love.
and thus save me from this curse,
re-attaching the arms of reason,
I was missing.
and look at me, that I speak with the corozo
do not say it's too late,
painting skies of happiness.
desperate and see me,
broken into pieces,
I fall at your feet,
like a piece of past
do not know what to do.
desperate to return,
the water of your love that calms my thirst,
and here I am wet with tears of yesterday,
like the first time.