So I would like an angel, like a dictionary on to find the meaning of my words.
Only one eye, a tear or a nod and he would know the taste of my trudge, as the limit of my strength, he would know how little life can sometimes resemble life and make weight and chain in his freedom .
hasten then, my angel, and her smile returned to normal the darkness of time finding out about a thousand points of light, a thousand stars in the night sky.
Oh, to put the soul in a warm corner!
But this prayer falls on deaf ears and my soul knows itself again and again have to walk in the night.
