Tonto in Toronto

Sexta-feira, Janeiro 29, 2010

Quinta-feira, Janeiro 07, 2010

I do not have tears,
I have no sadness,
I have no regret.

every day I bury a dream.

I do not know where dreams are born,
but now I know where they die.
hopelessness, despondency
in the days in vain.

(I still believe that the field of dreams is renewed every tear.)

From the top of the balcony
I see the sky purple of the Toronto night.
The cold wind hit the buildings,
The white of the empty streets,
reflected in my eyes
also increasingly empty.

I will not give up,
should not have a happy ending?

Toronto, 06/01/2010