Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Updating Ideas

And I will show that nothing can happen
more beautiful than death

With my pen I will show you that the end
is nothing more than a friend.
When the time comes, I will be able to look
into her eyes and tell that I lived
like a boy, full of innocence
and joy.
I will wink an eye, and without saying goodbye,
I will walk by her side,
I will tell her all the dreams I had, like I did with my old lad,
and when she understands, I will be sure
that I have died.