Sunday, February 15, 2009


Whatever I want to retain in my mind, I write it down.
You are just like wave,
I cannot control it.
But I can certainly learn to surf.
A dream-come true comes true
leave me on a pile of newspaper in the dark.
Future was a matter of keeping the past at bay.
If I got legs, I ought to use them.
I am not Blind I sit the sun closes my eyes
When I open them I see the face I lost You
Is the face that left me sees me see You and
I see the smile You smiling face is the place for me
It is the face I lost You is my face smiling at me doing it
At last a hot thing now we can join.
Allow me to explains more coherently,
that it was for you I was reaching,
but couldn't touch.