Vientos negro..Black winds..

No one can take the nights from us where we died
May be they can share the days we laughed
Your whispers are your own..your dead nights too
Like a dark room in the building
With a velvet curtain so old
it lies down in a long abyss
they cover you as a silent afternoon
I want to be the wind in the corn field
Sweating the sweet scent of corns
my sorrows... my bitter joys float
and I live eating failures in the rain..
Like a Billy Joel Song  in background..
"sing us the song you are the piano man
sing us the song for life..."
The Ship of life rusting in a desert..
its mast flying a torn flag..like a big rock with moss
stands there still..time in still..dreams in still
the clock is dead long ago..it bleeds time in vain
we survive to see more nights..to eat the rusting irons
to drink the burning nights..
again a life...again the light of a day..in vain..
black is the silence..black is life..
The color of the winds in this valley is also black..