lundi 9 septembre 2013

To You.

Maybe your dream was separated from mine
and into the dark sea was searching for me,
you were there like before, when there still I wasn't,
when I sailed by your side, without I can distinguish you,
and your eyes were looking for what
I give you now with full hands,
bread, wine, love and anger 
because you're the cup that expected,
you're the gifts of my life.

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