for now the clouds are coming

and who knows what is near

softly as the hours

draw slowly on

in time we feel the single song,

never ending this droopy time ,

yearning for the single day,

nothing in your pockets

every occasion you arrive in town ,

lost to the new surroundings and

seek for a calm night at a relaxing hour,

only negative thoughts can stop us now,

not only can I tell you anything ,

sometimes hoping the end of day is dying

holding close to my heart something

important and dear to me but my

Nighttime prayers are on a

young evening that I wake up crying,

not an event that anyone gets over easily ,

ears burning because of other people talking,

low to the ground, i walk, but from far above, I see

Some moments are only there to make us feel,

over the mountain horizon the clouds begin, orange

navigations to the preparation of dusk