Friends, loves and clouds
I don't know where they are, friends and girlfriend who almost...
But I can write a sonnet to express what I cried.
Maybe this way I could ease the pain I feel in my chest
and find a new direction for my imperfect love
Where are those who were once companions on the journey?
Those who shared laughter and tears with me,
who supported each other in the most difficult and bitter times.
And who always celebrated victories and achievements
Where is the one who was once the bride of the clouds?
The one who promised to be faithful and give her open hand.
That she swore eternal love and filled my poor chest with illusion
and then abandoned the boat without reaching any port.
Where are those friends and that girlfriend who almost...
They are gone, but the ground remains and now it's time to move on
without looking back because life is made of minimal changes
and time, the clouds... the waters of the rivers never return.