At the edge,
You put our hearts when you took your long trip.
Patiently we've being waiting,
Ernestly we've being expecting.
...
Humble skies,
Empty evenings.
Mornings inferior,
...
Gentle rays of the luminous
Rest mild on my face.
The god cupid's supple grace
embraces me sure continuous.
...
Sometimes I wish I was born,
born on a thursday.
But I knew I was on a worse day.
Never mind my judgement, I'm born
...
My heart left to die in cold blood.
My soft-spots eaten up by the acidity of
emotions.
Sweet, fair and pure were my notions,
...