The rain extends its mantle in the dark streets, hiding between your music the sobs of my sorrow. At times the rumble of the thunder that seem to give live in my head make my soul back to the body.

The cold night hugs me and reminds me with a whispered in his ear that the way to forget to started, but my gaze confusing is spitted on my hands as if trying to find an answer in them to a thought that I am filled with ... can you begin a journey to forget, when the walk by there has never been ... I wish that my soul would spawn not both the your that before my eyes has no figure. How can they all be back like in the season of sun ...