Atlancic Ocean, 10th October 2011
Your words were lost,
In the wide air.
Where is your last true?
Where is your truth?
Perhaps your true is behind
Of each of your words.
Words of love, words without sense.
What is a wrong word for you?
What os the sense of our lifes, toguether?
I am nothing, without you,
You are free without my presence.