As the years go by with the seasons and the air of times...
My morning coffee ,solitary companion ,discreet confident,
who doesn\'t get involved in quarrels of beer mugs ...
trembling old folks hands with few words
for fear of getting lost in the great avenue
of memory in ceremonial dress ...
I watch the years go by in disguise
of hours ,days and never,
dying in loves of nowhere ...
They give me a distracted wave ...
Do the passing years a destiny ?
Some faded scents on my school notebooks ...
The earth keeps turning
birds flying and girls to seduce,
the clouds lay gray on the harvest
of hair in the wind ...
The names of my loves are lost
in the forgotten reveries ...
I\'ve mislaid the key in the mist of history
and the melody\'s mixed up in too many arms...
The nomad I was has become a gardener
of moon tears and fancy sorrows ...
The years go by and look at me ,
so gently mocking ....