Posted by Nebo on April 18, 2000 at 16:06:12:
Afternoon, laying on my bed in a coma,
I’m teared by a choice.
The one I can afford, but won’t be satisfying
Or the highest, wonderful one, whose heart I may not reach?
Choose, guy. Or you’ll die.
Days, weeks and months,
With strength only to dream.
The difficult choice or the easier?
I can’t lie, only one is the right one,
But it seems so far.
The patient has awoken!
He wakes up and makes his decision:
He will fight for the highest prize,
the one he really loves.
Found the strength!
Before midnight, the question will be made.
Don’t care about the reply,
Or strength will disappear.
In the temple of my life,
Where I learn my future job,
Here’s the meeting.
The Valtzer Lesson,
Puts us toghether,
Making us flying on the stage,
Hugged tight,
I feel her skin touching mine,
hand in hand,
and her body near mine.
Two quickly hours
I feel the strongest in the world,
Even if know
There won’t be an happy ending.
Could be him? Or someone it’s not here?
Surely, not me,
But I hide myself the thruth till the end,
To conserve the strength I’ll need
To make the final question.
The dance has finished,
I’m proud of myself.
I succeeded in asking you
If I could be more than a friend.
It doesn't matter if...
No, no I’m not crying, these aren’t tears.
…it’s the rain.