Traces of tears flows quietly,, - Leaving furrows, as rivers, marked - In the skin of the violent and bitter days - In the restless soul of the foam of the days - Memoirs savagely dispersed are retained - Insisting in not freeing - By force of the reason against the emotion - It wears away the root of the passionate essence, - Eloquently in perpetual it slights - They are the senses to evanesce in screams - Retained Internaly, enfettered - Tearing the pages of the book of the life - The revolt ballads to the wind - No longer they fit in the palm of the hand - Formerly, hot and trembly in yours - They donate me the non said words - In the passage of the incongruous time, - In the rumor of the intense perfumes - The flavor of the passage of the time - It didn't still kill the longing nor the desire - In the bright and gold dawn - It still bleeds the flesh in lament! ------------ Designed and painted in Adobe Imageready