To the woman passing by.
To the girl with passion slipping in her eyes.
To the damsel in distress.
To the lady who’s about to cry.
During the moonless nights.
During the grey skies.
In between dusk and dawn.
In between triumph and fall.
Be gentle during war and horror.
Be gentle with the one in the mirror.
Picking up the crumbs
Taking off the laurels
Pulling all the remaining leaves
I wish my mind would just let me sleep
There are days that surprise
And the nights we despise
Tossing and turning
Hoping from ashes we rise
Few hundred of meters away, there I stand
Wishing you will see
But too afraid for a single glance
Few hundred of meters away, the distance between me and the magic in your hands
Read me Pablo’s
The sad and happy ones
Share some coffee and mallows
Keep my lips warm
Cuddle me gently
Let your arms be my shield from harm
Remind me everything’s going to be ok
Release me from my mind’s cold war
These are the hopes of my heart
These are the things that I yearn
These are the things that if I admit, will tear me apart
These are the things I keep to myself so dear
All these are things I’m quite afraid you will never hear.