Poetry of Dreams

The cold gratefull for lonely hearts

The cold autumn disappears and the winter blizzard arrives.

Some continue to give illusions to other truths, but in spite of everything we are still happy here for moments, sad for weeks and brave forever.

I see your face somewhat scattered if my hands touched your chin instead of the piano strings, would you appreciate that we are still here?

My beloved I know that it has been difficult that many stopped smiling but others still persist in not seeing you suffer.

We met friends that are more sincere virtual than real ones and we gave thanks by praying and showing that we are brave because the purpose has kept us standing.

Do not blush from crying, blush from happiness because I know that you illuminate several hearts even at this moment.

I am still strong here you too because we know that we must help sad faces that seem to have no souls to resist and give thanks for the other dinner thanksgiving.