If the sky is dark, if the sun is behind the clouds, if it is crying, if doubt is the color of tomorrow , if your love is dead , if there is no electricity in your eyes, if there is no electricity in your eyes , if you are silent, no one thinks of sound,
one day the sun will pass again , it will be a kiss and a smile again, it will be the entertainment of
the world, tomorrow will be my and you will be the butt of poetry , reaching the body of the old wall, the role of freedom
, drawing a day that is not too far away . Blooming unscathed from the night and repeating from the presence of laughter, saying the flame of love beats incessantly, the body of darkness breaks in these days , the glass of terror one
day passes again, the sun passes again from the hatred of the clouds , it becomes a kiss and a smile again, it becomes the entertainment of
the world, tomorrow is my poetry, reaching the body of the old wall , drawing the role of freedom.
