writing down

as hard as it can gets,
neither space nor age can take us back,
to where we were before.
it makes me remember,
how things will be tomorrow,
i can recall,
what we haven't seen.

don´t know, what could i really do? what could i really say? just to take you somewhere else, else than every place we've never been.

life makes me think about you.

you know we know that,
it will get as much as impossible,
dwelling in stopped time,
be drowning, looking each others's eyes.
i don't know what you want,
but life keeps me thinking about you,
so i should advise you to hold your breath,
before i take it away.

escrito por Mariano E. De Sousa Bispo.
fecha: 17/07/09
comentario: - =B -