quinta-feira, 2 de julho de 2015


Bye bye you gentle sight,
give them dreams and do not cry.
Miss me, I know you might.
Leave me, you brightest light.
Remember us, you know I'll try.

You're my garden of sorrows,
my nightmares' shore,
my wishful tomorrows.
I'm the one who borrows.
your dying core.

Let me go, you gentle place.
Guard my sweetest memories
and wrap them with your lace.
Remind me of your melodies,
make me forget your amenities
and let me win this race.