My evening is painful and sad… It swamps me in the darkness of my soul… It suffocates me… The coffee which I used to sip has, in this evening, the taste of injustice… so bitter
What it had my morning coffee
?today
blanched
withered
I put in sugar
I have poured in milk
Once more I add sugar
Once more I add milk
And my coffee is still as it was
I looked at the seat in front
Eh .. Alarming, so is your absence
You're to me every morning
A mixture of love
Your smile is milk
Sugar is your kiss
Left nothing to him
dissemination of his body in the air
open doors of his dream and enters to the people of the cave
waiting
to full the world with goodness of the palm