You´were going with subtle walking 

The look at the ground

Your shrunken´s hands 

And hair loose, divine truth

 

You´were collecting forgetfulness

Down the narrow street of the cold

Your eyes reflected years 

Of unfulfilled dreams

 

Someone once told you

That spring does not exist, 

That  days were´s sad

And the sky went out 

 

Someone came up to 

remind you that you should 

go showing your hands 

Full´s of beautiful petals

 

Someone told you to

will raise your eyes to the blue sky 

And that you would feel forever

The Spring in your heartbeat 



Leo Longo