She wanted the past for you

She removed it

The touch of the moment

From the first body of the place

At the first moment, she enlightened!

.......

She is a ladder to the travelling birds

From the weather laden with an expansive air

The peculiarity of the oven

To the miming of birds

And their fullness

Apparent on the fragile wing

And in the clash of souls.

 

A ladder

To snipe the light in the tear

To embrace the candle in its own

.......

The afternoon sits next to her

It could be grape with comfort,

She plays with smells and meanings

A train that passes through the passing age,

It runs over the roads of childhood.

 

The last thing on the chair,

It keeps you,

The smell of the tea,

And her fruity smile,

 

You cross the last memory of your absence

The other passes bye too

You fall down while listening

Your shadow goes behind the wall

One lonely nail!