Without you

The smile of your eyes…

Is brigther than the skies!

The dance of your mouth…

Makes me dream, without a doubt!

And when you smile,

So brigth…

I find my lips,

In the midlle of a figth,

Dreaming that for a while,

They can touch that smile.

And then I close my eyes…

Dreaming I can touch your hair…

But they are just dreams,

Passing trough my head,

As you pass by me,

And make my heart trumble,

Because you can’t see,

That without you,

I no more but dead.