Even those last illusions

are falling like exhausted bricks

The image of your hair is making for bore

while worry is fading away.


Here comes a storm

sweeping away this last deep night.

Sexes still move,

bodies still move

to reconstruct all what has been.


My life is like a child's

feeling in advanced when death comes to him

I feel time is just running out

and a raindrop falls on my thoughts.


Stars enjoy flying away

but they don't know

later they'll get forever dead.