Silence. Calm and take care of my half which is crying and inconsolable, and which does not want to contain itself, it does not want to be limited. Bring me a little peace, a little breeze.
A little luck; a little bit of music. Do not let me venture through the disturbing promises of my heart that beats and beats uncontrollably at all times of noise.
Come up slowly; sit beside me in the window of thoughts and dreams. Do not keep me waiting, restless and thinking at every thousandth of the uncontrollable clock of life. Come up meek and passive, calm and comforting to my struggles and losses. Keep company to my desire, be my dream ladder, crossing to my path.
A little bit of love; a little poetry. Do not let me scream at sad thoughts, nor suffer disappointments that can shut my mind.
Just come quietly, make yourself present, keep company. Do not ask me questions. Do not question me, follow me for a while and, for some time, understand me; then, leave me there, so I can move forward, screaming colorful songs through sad nights of Spring.
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