quickly the sound comes 

shaking the window

stands near the glass sign-

breaking silence

waking from charming sleep.

to raise the covers from her.

and after that conception 

brings the horizon to see abroad

fifteen, waving a flag

hes leaving on it between his bags

packed tight sitting with the thought in his mind

sail waving the sea

waving to himself


"maybe its love" 

he thinks drinking in the air, the smell is pressing on his face and waving, 

as he stands there swinging with the trees. fifteen and drunk on lips, 

the ones he kissed felt like they were her. 

felt like they were her.


carrying some stars in his pocket.

thinking to give gifts

she comes crying the window

wondering will she miss him when he stood there.