lunes, 25 de marzo de 2013

Typical Dream


Typical Dream

It was the typical dream,
dark, smoky and ever raining,
a dream where the streets are empty
and the wind is ever present...

No one loves me (in the dream)
and the sky is grey and ugly,
nor cats, nor dogs in the city,
its a typical dark dream.

A non-visible sun burns the trees
that still stands in the parks,
where the life pass but not goes,
in a minute that looks like a eternity.