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.
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!