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
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