And life will pass, without I can feel it. And it will pass by me, little by little, slyly and by stealth, so I can't prevent it, so everything would be easier. And, whenever I look back, I will realize that after all, not only it would have pass being unnoticed and adding years to my history, but they would have been used to achieve a perfection which doesn't exists, a scheme, a dream, an unattainable model for life.
But I, to be happy, just need a blanket to cover my feet, always cold,
popcorn a Sunday evening while I am crouching on the couch,
a glass of water for those summer days, when the sun is high and my lips are dried
or fireworks once or twice per year.
Some chocolate and a hug in saddest days
and some sunshine to come across my window, like storm's survivors.
But I, to be happy, just need a blanket to cover my feet, always cold,
popcorn a Sunday evening while I am crouching on the couch,
a glass of water for those summer days, when the sun is high and my lips are dried
or fireworks once or twice per year.
Some chocolate and a hug in saddest days
and some sunshine to come across my window, like storm's survivors.
(November, 28th - 21.59)
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