In the dawn

In the dawn I follow thinking about the life, in the things of the life... I am going for window, I imagine millions of things, I look at the stars shining in a beautiful mysterious sky. Thoughts and thoughts! There I look at myself in that immense universe populated by several existence forms and I wonder; Which is my role here? My character in the it recounts of the life...

I look at my turn and I see people, interests, it struggles, daily, laughters and tears. In one moment a whole country commemorates some event and in the another he regrets the fatality of losing lives, and me here in my window, looking at the sky and thinking; Which my role in the life?
I still didn't find the answer, but, the largest art of the life I am sure that is not to know him/it tomorrow!

Day Cold

Arrives the winter, the cold, an emptiness arrives... Where you?I am in that solitude, a longing. Longing that hurts and he/she gives pleasure for doing you to feel! I go out of house with that rain falling, a cold with the drops of the rain for my face, I try to deviate of the fine and constant drops of more rain is impossible, there it comes me a thought; To divert my thoughts of you is as trying to deviate somewhere of the rain without protecting me... But where will I hide of the thoughts in you?

-Until I can try a shelter as if he/she escaped from the rain, but wanting you to be there to kill my cold.

Farewell

One day I woke up and in the bed I looked to the side and I didn't see you, I thought; Where is my half? Did I get up looked for the rooms of the house and didn't I find you, where are you? I remembered the balcony that you love to be looking at the stars and I went running to meet with the certainty that you would be there sentadinha looking at the moon to pass, but when in the balcony I arrived, just a letter found. And the letter said; I want "you, but more I cannot be, good-bye!"

On that moment the longing ran in my veins and the despair pulsed in my heart, tears ran for my face and a mystery started to take bill of that doubt that appeared; Why did she leave, why?

And in half that despair of longings opens my eyes, eye to the side and I see you in the bed as an angel, I discover that everything didn't pass of a dream. That diminish!

I try to wake up you to count the dream and to give a hug, more you don't wake up. I kiss you, I call you and you don't react... I don't want to believe in that! I arrive sticking to in the arms calling you, but you to press him/it of the heart no longer he/she has... "His/her letter", now I understand, he/she loves me, but more it cannot be with me, he/she said goodbye to me forever my love.

Now alone it remained me the longing in the balcony, memories and his/her sweet smell in our bed.