... The candles cast tall and dark shadows

.My smile dims and tomorrow starts to fade

,And I still regret stealing her happiness

…As she broods in loneliness night after night

,Looking back, I cannot see the crying faces

.Ahead I cannot see the coming changes

,I try to last the endlessness of jealousy

,Yet, lonely and sick at heart

.Falls drops of sand from my burning eyes

,All my soul, aware that now will soon be gone

,My brightest shirt put on

And from each motion

.Is shed a sweet perfume of a child

,It might be all ordinary experiences

.All ordinary images

But with some luck

,They emerge in a dream

.Turning out infinite new patterns

,It might be all ordinary feelings

.All ordinary words

,But by chance they encounter a poet

.Turning out infinite new verses

,And once intoxicated by these words

,One learns the strength of mind

,Once obsessed like me

…One learns the power of love

 

…You cannot write my poems

…You cannot feel like I feel

…Just as I cannot dream your dreams

…Or know who you really are

 

…And that is why

 

,For you I sing a song of old

…In a tune no one understands

,But if you really listen

,I am not really singing

…Only reviewing an old dream

Last year's wood and hot coffee

.A room that is barely bright

The snow that has settled behind the window

…And the twilight of having you

...Or not having you

 

…And all… suddenly turns

Troubled, you stand up, looking back

Hoping that I will not see

How your eyes burn

…When you are not looking at me

…And how your tears fall

…Like small sweet candies

Except you do not know

That no one cares when they fall

…But me

…And still… I think about

…Lovely eyes full of sleep

…When they blame me

…And how I adore them

…And wait for them

…To open once more

, And like in dreams

Show me that you too

…Love me like I love you

Sadly, in search of love

…I have not been so fortunate

 

 

…But I have to say

That I never knew

…That loving one

Is times greater than

…Being loved by thousands