About the Rain

Somewhere in the World, perhaps Lisboa, yes indeed...!

the rain that showers,

cleaning dirt to grass
greening land and forest

hey, rain come to me
wash me green
for if I could ask

hey rain, bubbling over
the river, to sea
nice to meet you...

2046, the movie of LIFE

the room with year of 2046, 
with memoirs of dried tears.
memoirs are just dried tears

rain's outside and so grey sky
in mid of december,
soon to be Christmas

24th, again in wait, in to be...
you see, lost memoirs, gone
can't be taken back, but washed 
and dried...

2046, where hopes are true...



2046

Today I walked way to work

today I walked the
way to work
just like the other, any day
I felt an ich like hit of fork
all I met, their look was other way



I've noticed it, the world is blind
or perhaps it, could I say
my sole is teared, no bind
with islets in stormy bay



so while walking with this thought
I did look to meet a human blush
no look for morning smile was brought
bid for million went down in rush

oh, dear, this blind rush...

  

a breath I took...
for... well, when saw you.
a gentle gesture of lips..
for smooth breeze you brought
ah, yes, it arrived,  dry or tired

I am OK, and you? I felt sole and...

I saw, time has gone,
time has went from me,
and It has met you with Love
I feel sad and happy
I feel happy, with fury
I knew it is for best
I know, Wind will change...

oh, well Wind has left...
to glide over new lands, run for clouds
may kiss of mine
compass you for joy!

for Joy and Life!!