I understand the fact that you are disenchanted
that already from my life
nothing you expect.
I have been destroying day by day,
by forgiveness some times,
such beautiful things.
The smallest details were missing
those details you like so much
when you are in love:
To call you, to remind you that I love you,
or sending you roses,
any day of the year.
But now I am
trying to conquer you, 1.
trying once again, my love,
and although you say it's too late
I know that there is still
something alive between us two .
Trying to conquer you,
learning to do it in a happy way,
trying to give and give you more
what at that time,
due to routine,
I didn't do.
The daily rain kept erasing
all the promises
that I swore to you.
I stopped looking at the stars with you
and writing your name
with mine on the sand.