If I tell you that I love you,
what would you tell me back,
what are the chances that you
think the same way,
feel the same way.
I just want to talk with stars
tell them all my dreams about you
sharing endless stories,
speaking of the beautiful yesterday.
I wonder,
what if the destiny speaks us louder
and we prefer not to listen,
even when we are
the very destiny speaking.
Just tell me something
but it most be real
like the shadows of my loneliness,
real,
like me walking thru the fire of oblivion.
To day I´m leaving,
whatever you have of my
it´s yours,
but I leave in my last memory
whatever I have of you.
Miss me or not,
love me or not,
just don´t forget
that we used to be us.
FABO
