It is raining, tears from the sky. The clouds or the angels shed those that I no longer have.
That girl, the first i ever saw which smiles. Imperfect, thus i am glad she was real. Yes, she smiling, doing her everyday work. She dreams with a future that is already written in marble lines. She ask me if I´ll come back, I have nothing but to lie. I dont belong in your world i shout, deep inside my mind. I rave as mad and refuse to accept the true. But tomorrow you will follow your life and i will have vanished for never to come back. The dream is falling down to pieces, the dream cries knowing is condemned to die. I only draw and tattoo in my mind with indelible ink of obsession, her voice, her face, her instant of existance in that of mine.
I tatoo it frenziedly, for never to forget in my life. And maybe it is a luck despite it all, never to see her again. In that way I imagine her in a fantastic land, in an impossible life. And I imagine somebody pass and watch through the window of our wonderland and smile with jealous. But i walk and listen in my mind, the Karl Johan´s blues, the requiem of a dying Utopy. Such a fantastic thing can´t happen in this, the life. That is why i better rave and write an essay within my madness. What a luck can´t be able to see her again, because then, i spare my self the taste of the disappointment and have for my self a fairytale to write within my mind. . .
I tried to convince my self about such a ridiculous consolation while was walking, in the last days of my yet unforgettable adventure, "there will be chance for many more, both happy and sad" i said to my self, while listening as background the blues in the voice of a sax.
I put the resigned smile and the tears, they are courtesy of the sky.
