Very early in the morning...
when the land is still covered with dew,
all people still asleep...
it almost seems if there's no one else but me.
The first rays of light softly caresse my face,
while the wind is tenderly playing with the curtains
that hide me from my past, my present and future.
My eyes...
gently awakened by mother nature,
share their first touch with a new day...
opened with such fragilty,
as if they were carrying someone's heart...
So soft as a fallen rose-leaf that touches the ground.
A sigh of weakness,
of an unanswered desire spreades herself in the room.
So many feelings,
so many passions...
floating trough thin layers of air...
always maintaining their place of birth.
Every night,
when the angels are shining right above us...
make sure we're fine,
it happens again...
My thoughts fall down on me...
again so many emotions...
Oh life,
why do you weaken me?
Never did I wake up
day after day with one wish...
Every morning, every night
the same wish...
Your love embraissing my soul,
caressing me as if I were softer then silk.