A sweet sensation captivated her young, fragile woman's heart. She let herself be embraced between kisses and silence. She knew love in her skin. It was so beautiful to walk towards nowhere.
confusing dream and reality, everything was true,
there was nothing to pray for, if anything a prayer
begging for the continuity of that sensation.
It is so sad to remember
br/>that every story has its end.
Like the dawn sun we must be born
starting from yesterday.
It is very sad to remember
that every story has its end.
/>Little by little the sweetness of that love was broken,
one day it lost its power.
And the end came, between tears time
everything ended up breaking.
It became so painful to walk towards nowhere
distinguishing dream and reality, what is the truth?
There was still so much to ask for in each prayer
begging to feel the sweet feeling.
It is so sad to remember
that every story has its end.
Like the dawn sun we must be born
starting from yesterday.
Far on the horizon where nothing was lost
we drew the words of love,
with the voice, of love, of goodbye.