While I see through my window

While I see through my window
I ask to myself:
why the only thing I see is the rain
if right after it comes the sun
that maybe brings me some fun
and not remember me all my pain?

While I see through my window
I think to myself:
why my real true love is not around
but is so far away from me
he lives his life and let me be
not a word, a letter, a song, a sound?

While I see through my window
I say to myself:
you don't belong to this strange place
follow your heart and fly away
where only dreams could stay
so real and vivid in front of your face.

While I see through my window
I cry to myself:
you are a strong woman or a sad child
afraid of everything is new
maybe another point of view
or a life full of emotion or more wild?

While I see through my window
I conclude with myself:
how a complete fool, a romantic lost soul
for whom love is a touchable thing
and through it you'll find your king
act like this, putting the head in the hole?

While I see through my window
I decided to myself:
I will give me another chance to be glad
I'll fly away wherever I need to go
no matter if it will be sun or snow
certainly, in this life, I will never be sad.


Anymore...


For my Archangel Michael.




Claudia Fernandes.





4 de março de 2009.