Weather leaves traces
only now I could see your picture
enjoy your smile
admire its beautiful eyes
The time time is ungrateful and inaccurate
nor are sorry
I'll drink these warm hours
the furnace of my despair
and try to break the ice
discovering its mirror image
the cubes that rotate on the drink
inside a glass shaken ...
why do not I met you before
why I was yesterday in your tomorrow?
Ah hangover hours
regrets that my dream of old
that shatters the crystal chalice
containing your sweet kiss I could not prove it!