miércoles, 13 de julio de 2005

:: Strange Little Girl ::.


I saw a strange little girl
hided behind silent darkness
hoping that no one there can brake her heart
she told me about her pleasant dreams
she flies overnight from reality to a brighter place
with a garden full of flowers and without spines on the leaves
and a big blue sky and sunshine upon her face
In that special place she hopes to learn how to smile
without tears in her eyes
while walking in that mystical garden of renewed illusions
wondering how would it be
if she was able to forget the sorrow and those she left behind
in the long road to nowhere
When she awakes this is what she gets
A walk down the rain
always the best way for hide her tears
so no one would see her cry
her hopes of a brighter day slowly fade away
like the love she wasn't meant to gain
Can't find the way back home, the wind getting worse
with the hands in her pockets and no shelter for the pain
she's thinking, is it really the end?
a furious Storm is all she gets
when there's nothing left to lose
thoughts of suicide dancing inside her head
the sweetest melody of death, a near end
it's not a surprise I wasn't paying attention at all
i've felt this way before
then i saw her smile for the last time
my reflection in the broken mirror
just like an angel lost in a emotionless world
this strange little girl just let the dream go.

Esther Rdgz.
xHecatex
-Imagen d' Luis Royo.-

2 Comments:

Blogger Logan said...

beautiful story... wonder whatever happened to that girl's dream... was it recourent?
if so, was it the same? had it any changes? any variants? or was it constant?
if variant, revealing?
if not, what message does it hide within...?
tender reading.

1:42 a. m.  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

beautifull... one word for it... yet it somehow makes me think of the words "petit mort".. dont know why... but its a very visualising story...

4:57 p. m.  

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