Can you see me? Images
never what could be the first (the applicant) of my waking thought? While I am going to prepare my coffee ... When I walk alone through the streets with his eyes veiled by my thoughts ... without paying attention to my surroundings, not knowing where I'm going ...
know my dreams? You know what I bring in? I really think you know?
But you, inside me, have you ever really looked? And I, you think you I have permission to do so?
Questions. Questions that run through my mind in a gray November morning. A November that is not a "Sweet November", but ... I do not know how! I do not have the right word to describe it. Sometimes, words have meaning too limited to contain the sense of a mood. Do you think so too?
Can you see me? When
with his head in his hands look for a solution that I can not find ... or in my moments in that small country church. I go there and I do not even know why I do. I just know that I can do it. Perhaps there is peace in that place to appeal to me, I do not know ... But I will not even ask! This is not what matters.
Do you ever wonder if I'm the "doing"?
Do you love me? Today, for example, spend some time with me? With my best version ... laughing and joking like we always have. Admit it, when I know I make you laugh, if only you did not even angry ...
I ever feel when I talk to you? Even if you do not come seeking
... You know how I did it! I, in certain situations, I seek solitude. Act otherwise. Although I need you ... Even if, in fact, I do not want to be alone.
Can you see me?
Can you see my face? Do you see my eyes?
not stop looking. I need to know you do. Only this! Otherwise, I do not need it. At least for now ... And then you know: I can not stop smiling! I smile to life taking the piss. She continually makes us all: why should not we reciprocate?
never what could be the first (the applicant) of my waking thought? While I am going to prepare my coffee ... When I walk alone through the streets with his eyes veiled by my thoughts ... without paying attention to my surroundings, not knowing where I'm going ...
know my dreams? You know what I bring in? I really think you know?
But you, inside me, have you ever really looked? And I, you think you I have permission to do so?
Questions. Questions that run through my mind in a gray November morning. A November that is not a "Sweet November", but ... I do not know how! I do not have the right word to describe it. Sometimes, words have meaning too limited to contain the sense of a mood. Do you think so too?
Can you see me? When
with his head in his hands look for a solution that I can not find ... or in my moments in that small country church. I go there and I do not even know why I do. I just know that I can do it. Perhaps there is peace in that place to appeal to me, I do not know ... But I will not even ask! This is not what matters.
Do you ever wonder if I'm the "doing"?
Do you love me? Today, for example, spend some time with me? With my best version ... laughing and joking like we always have. Admit it, when I know I make you laugh, if only you did not even angry ...
I ever feel when I talk to you? Even if you do not come seeking
... You know how I did it! I, in certain situations, I seek solitude. Act otherwise. Although I need you ... Even if, in fact, I do not want to be alone.
Can you see me?
Can you see my face? Do you see my eyes?
not stop looking. I need to know you do. Only this! Otherwise, I do not need it. At least for now ... And then you know: I can not stop smiling! I smile to life taking the piss. She continually makes us all: why should not we reciprocate?
0 comments:
Post a Comment