I accidentally came to the city. The first place we meet. There is a smile and a look in your eyes. Do you realize? I miss. The old town was raining again, the ground was wet again. School kids run around trying to avoid the rain. I'm still walking through the millions of grains that pierce my body. Cold.
Months passed, I did not hear you. Upset and restless interrupt my mind space. Do you realize? I miss. Even the sparrows were reluctant to land on a branch. Back about millions of grains that pierced. The birds are unwilling to get beautiful wet feathers, it is difficult to rearrange them. Said the bird.
Dialog rain in this old city. Teach me a meaning of a pile of memories that may continue to be remembered in my thoughts. Swim in the darkness of my heart. When talking about longing, about the heart. I always spend space imaginary. I took my guitar, picked it slowly. Slowly until no one can hear.
Come on, my body gets colder. The rain water slowly disappears. Just leaving puddles everywhere. Do you realize? I miss. The moment where we sit together, looking at the sky, singing memories. My guitar is completely wet. The tone was discordant, uncomfortable. But I kept trying to sing the melodious melodies, liberating the blue blue of my heart. Pain.
Arriving in the park often we sit together. Under the lush tree branches. Breeze and crisp laugh. Wusss splashed water from a passing car about my face. "Sorry mba" shouted the car's car. Ignore. I do not care. My bruises are getting blue, the more the pain. The memories are illustrated in my eyes.
That afternoon, exactly at 5 o'clock. Looking at your eyes, I see the sweet carving of your face, which is decorated with dimples, adds to your beauty. Your words, your great struggle against my ego. Thank you, dear. You did not answer. Just a big smile.
I could not help crying as I sat on a bench under a lush tree. It all ends here. You decide to leave. Dodge no matter. No need to say much more, there's nothing we need to say again. It all ends here. It's very poignant.
I took my guitar. Pick slowly until no one can hear. Songs are created along my teardrop. My tears fell, mingling with memories. No, I mean a puddle of water. Without a word of sweetness, and without a melodic tone, the raindrops interpret the peace. Peace that I can never rest easy. It always shook my resolve. Determination to forget you? ah not that easy. Only taste and prejudice, heard in the rain dialogue.