viernes, 11 de diciembre de 2009


.So painful,so useless,so empty.
.Like the cold wind blowing among the trees.
.Then the snowman begin to melt.
.An his tears are falling like one hundred leaves.
.One thousand dreams with a nonsense end.
.A life is dying in your hands.
.A child is crying for live.
.Screaming like a golden pig.
.And then suddenly sleeping.
.In an eternal dream.