10 o’clock in the morning Ten o’clock in the morning The wind moves the leafs of the trees And takes away feelings from yesterday A rainy morning With ambient sound And a hot dring Trying to bring up the colours Of this sallow day. Tripping with my thoughts I can go everywhere….. I hope to find the clear willing To love you…. I know that you will not come… It is so late… It is the time that you are hiding Inside a frame And me outside in the streets Trying to hug you… But the clouds are getting down… The feeling continues As it replies To the sign of the other side… Steps… I listen the steps of the raindrops I am going back To hide myself…. I didn’t find you even tonight….
Bus Stop I never get so close Colors that I haven’t seen People who I don’t recognize Because I was locked In my room Not far away from my land It is time To walk and walk and walk Till I find the big lightful avenue Our life is a trip Is a 100 years trip Without stop