Surviving the vision of seductive eyes lost in
their immensity
hoping for some faint sign
of memory and a reflection of me
Surviving
never had the sweet caresses your
to yearn for your tender care
lot from my dreams and hopes
and fever of an old mind
Surviving
escaping the real harsh prison
distenebrato from you alone I
launching the intimate to you in my life to be saved from indifference to the top
Surviving
only hope you smile a tender
your hand that touches me
a rush of love or passion
then be able to give myself, everything
Surviving
to see again a clear sky darkened to find
a goal for the soul of a fresh new look at what fate
my every thought.
October 21, 2009
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