THE WEATHER

The Weather is cold

The dark hours don't pass anymore

And the distance is not anymore only distance:

It is distance and lonliness...

Yesterday, I went to the lake:

See the nature and try to forget my day

Then, When my soul was diving in the calm of that view

A cruel airplane cross the sky

Made me remember the last moment when I departed

Because you, my love, would die!..

Now, Boston Knows me

Because of your absence

I wonder with him

Alone in the night

He is sad like me

He is sufferering like me

Because without you

The life doesn't have dream

And without dream the life doesn't exist anymore

There isn't Warmth

Neither light

The Boston City is only cold and darkness