Every time i look into your bright hazel eyes
I see the sweet and lovely afternoon of the middle of autumn
And the tragic beginning of winter in cold violent nights
false hopes and treacherous
my own utopian reflection as witness
with bleeding tears on my faceless eyes
we were in the end of the cold era
with new fresh air and sunny days
new vultures around your shade
insidious choices made
shame on the vultures around it
shame on your shade that feeds them
oh! but the surprise that hide your shade
hiding silencely on your lack of valentia
the food that feeds their bones
was without known my soul and blood.
