a lonely morning
in my cold bed sheets
i did not wanted to wake up
When Life came through my window
and the shy rays of ythe dawn
showed me that if the sun
would mope like me every morning
The universe would live gropping
This same world
I was closing me door to it
Life gently took my end and
Openned my window
She told me
When you cry about the world's sorrows
You have your back turned
To so much wonders
