I WILL TELL YOU.
( © Patrícia Evans)
You must be wondering
Where I've been
If my dreams fulfilled reality
If my path led me where
Angels play while I sing.
You must be wondering,
Now that I have grown older,
If my wrinkles tell the story
Of all the joy that I experienced.
I've been in a place
Where the shadows are so heavy
We get used to seeing in the dark
And now my forehead
Shows concerned marks
Like scars that never fade.
I do not remember hearing
Anything but the deep silence,
my sidekick,
and reality then, was the only dream
I was allowed to dream.
Solitude is the welcome
hanging by the entrance door
And there's where I was,
My love,
Right where you left me.
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