miércoles, 19 de mayo de 2010

He seems not to have idea on how to put words together, but still, in the moment you read them your heart stops for a minute, as if those silent words were the ones you have been looking for in your vocabulary to express your own feelings.

He's long time gone and there are no more words, or perhaps no more feelings, but the unspoken words remain, like raindrops on the leaves of this green but sad tree growing lonely in the middle of the city.

I have red those words, and contrary to the tree my roots are somewhere else and my branches can scare the birds away. It's time to move on.