Trying to write in the darkness;
may be with just one candle,
it is not an easy task.
I extinguished the flame…
and I let my mind ramble.

There I go again, flying away…
my body still in the room,
my mind just left the place,
in seconds I found my way.

…to those times with my baby,
sitting on the old rocking chair.
Surrounded only by shadows,
the moments I enjoyed my heir.

And there it was that sweet voice,
in the obscurity of my chamber,
it would blind my heart with felicity,
…managed to cleanse my anger.

It’s difficult to see in a dark room;
but even this obscure and cold space
will not stop the warm feeling of tears,
those are coming down in rapid race.

Slowly comes to me that instance…
you and me, in the same room together,
sharing our glowing ferly romance,
fueling that flame growing in my heart.

Waves of intense emotions arrived
filled with a precious ecstatic feeling,
and while I’m meditating intensely,
I do not consider this as grieving.

Trying to write in the darkness;
may be with just one candle,
it is not an easy task.
I extinguished the flame…
and I let my mind ramble

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