Tristesse

At the End of the Autumn

Tristesse


Dense atmosphere, 
a morbid silence 
invades the place
Only the wind can be heard
Only in this manner 
my body can warm
Is so good, to run 
around the fields in flowers

So, i feel the wind 
to share my clothes
To run, to run 
like a scream of freedom
To breathe 
the pure innocence 
of the morning
Suddenly, 
everything has change...

"Now, everything 
is melancholy
So, i sink in sadness ,
so long…
A sadness like the trees 
at the end of the autumn"

In my soul, 
was created a fog…
Everything' spinning ,
in doubt
My thoughts, 
struggling afflicted
The wind leaves me 
by the air

Always the wind... 
that wind what inexplicably
trains a powerful 
attraction over me
The wind caress my face 
and try to comfort me
That same wind 
with your ideas reasonable
on musics, smiles 
and sensibilities...