THE GIRL TROUGH THE WINDOW….
I am looking trough the window
And I see a beautiful girl
She is not very pretty
But her smile….
Her radiation…..
She looks so happy….
Someone is saying to her
that she is a nice and gently girl
that she is beautiful and strong…
And the only thing she does
is turning him her back and
Going on with acting chagrined and angry
I look at her once more
I look I her eyes
I see her inner
I look and see her feelings
She isn’t smiling
She is crying
She isn’t happy
Not at all
She isn’t strong
She is weak
She is tired of herself
Tired of life
Tired of her feelings
Tired of her mind
Tired of being tired
She doesn’t want to be tired
She doesn’t want to sleep
And again I look in her eyes
And suddenly I see that the window
I was looking trough
Is a mirror