I Keep Writting
(nelson de oliveira)
Letters and letters I've written, none of them I had the courage to send. There I told many of my feelings, my love... What I was missing... my lonelyness... my will to run to you... I miss your kisses... missin you... missing what I've never had... How many poems I've written, I lost my count. I could writea book.... but... I kept all of them, dind't show anybody. They have been written for you, how could another person read? All poems talked about you... There wasn't one that didn't say about my love, about your absense that causes me so much pain. The will of having you here... From the nigths I've being dreaming... The days imagining, that soon I would be in your arms, that I would sleep on you. That by your side I would admire the stars...Hand and hand to walk, without time to come back. Just dreams!!! Nothing more than dreams!!! How many times I've heard our music... How many times I cried a lot, by remembering our moments, so beautiful, so divine... so pures,,, full of kindness... If I could be in your amrs at this time... If I could have you here by my side...Ah!! If I could!!! That would be good... Being with you is just a dream... A dream farway, almost impossible. Everything I've written, everything I write, it's fancy.... What can I do if this is my destiny? I live because of dreams... live because of the imagination... Poor hart of mine, already tired of this situation. It lives just crying... regreting... What it never had, and nor even know if it will have one day. I keep writting, my madness, this ravings of mine... my dreams... My imagination is free. This fancy has no end, this dream will never end, that is loving you! Feel you!! Be happy with you!!