No bird has the sound of your voice
I heard it in the distance, without ever having listened closely
You never felt this, you, bird of the wilderness, looking for nothing
I do not want to hear it again, or see your face
In your dark blue eyes I do not see my reflection anymore
I don’t want your compassion, all feeling has gone
Now you only makes me cry and suffer
No smiles, no musics, no drawings, you stole me all
leave me alone with my meaningless desires waterfall
Or lover, or friend, just a cold memory of stones
Please, stay far with your mist of illusion birds
In this new morning that never comes
Just no ..............by Fatima Varella
