While it rains
Tuesday, November 9, 2010 10:28:50 AM
Good time to take memories from my mind, and paint them in the windows that keep me apart of this world, caught in my own fantasy.
Voices are filling the halls back these walls. Laughins are fading, mistery is coming to me.
And every drop of this rain is a lament for a friend who has gone, a tribute is kept inside my silence to remember the pass of that life shared with smiles. There's a shadow that follows me days like this; it tries to tell me something I still don't understand. A voice, a light thatś getting dark while years pass over my life.
Maybe one day Iĺl be in the same position, and I will be part of that memories, part of the shadow that goes close the those who try to look sharper.
Maybe I will fall in raindrops, fading, spreading silence while it rains.
Culterpaulus, nov, 2010


. That way I Could enjoy the rain outside, and make smile the people in the street 













