I talk to the rain,
It never answers me,
I seek to reach the horizon,
It keeps going away.
I dream of life, like I’m a lifeless bird,
Wishing it were some kind of fairy tale.

The hands of the clock,
Why can’t they just stand still
And live once for themselves.

Why do the amethyst clouds, always have to bemoan,
Even though I smile at them
And how come they cover the smirk of my sun.

Can’t locate my heaven in Geography classes,
There isn’t enough to feed my mind.

Just once can it happen?
Just once will I perceive it?
Just once for the rain talking,
Or the clock resting on saint's day.
Just once without tears,
With my merry sun.

When the gates to my world will open,
And I’ll embrace me,
The heavens will take my circle of cross in their arms,
Just once, just once and only once.

My fires will guard me from the fires of the outside world,
And the rain will sing me my assonance,
The clouds will exclaim in happiness,
And my colors will come back to my skin.

Doubt separates me from the thoughts I think,
It darkens my colors, quashes my feelings,
Kills my hope,
And I,
I disbelieve my ears and words of my heart,
Merely believing in my eyes,
Mind freezes, turns pale,
And I’m not myself anymore.

I search for ‘that me’ in history classes,
As Clueless and nostalgic cold waves of air
Hardly gets to the inside of me.

I keep flipping between the jaws of sorrow,
In the ‘Million Teardrops Ocean’.

Huge void spaces empty my life,
As if my heart,
Captivated inside the four dark walls,
That refuse to reveal me,
The Operas of the green fields.

And when I’m about to die,
The choir of the shrine,
Saves my spirit,
And my doubts explode into dark holes.

I dash away, away and away,
As the skies disclose me the corridors
And I reach the horizon.

I unearth me,
I embrace me,
And I become me again.

The doors to my universe opens,
The rains chant my Heavenly Father’s name,
My heart sets free, as I breathe again,
I become ALIVE…