Jenny is 16 years old and she has blue eyes,
With her hair like a wheat she is walking barefoot towards the city searching for a face of a boy
Who does not dream any more.
She is squeezing a photo in the hand
But where to find him, she does not know it,
Pushed with a cosmic energy,
She sees a suffocated body from this callous reality.
She is recognizing him
Because he never laughs.
Jenny is an island,
Ave Maria of the shipwrecked.
A small light
Which will shine
In the darker moments
For him.
Jenny is accompanying him to his home,
She feels his thoughts and sadness
Which stifles with its mass
And she is saving his heart from the pain of his madness
While the world goes away
Without having the pity.
Jenny is an anchor,
The ground on the nose of a ship for week people,
A cloud
Which rains with confetti.
She is a fairy-tale
And she stays in this reality
For him, for him.
Jenny is Africa,
The nostalgia of shudders,
She is a crumb
Which will feed loneliness.
Jenny is a blue sky,
A miracle,
A moment
Which lights him up
In the darker moments.
Jenny is 16 years old and she is walking away
Barefoot and she does not know
That she is an angel.