I´m so tired of my empty words. Words without meaning, without a substance that looks within my soul and make me one with the wind that blows. The wind of soft letters unit us from far ago to now, that ancient touch that strike my cheek and fill my lungs. The air of rememberence that seek the graveyard stones.

I sit alone  thinking of my past, that lingers in the dusk just in the corner of my eyes.

I long these days that passed away and wish them back and filled with joy. But time  is gone and will not stand waiting for my lonely thougths.