sábado, 6 de abril de 2013


I'm walking blindly
through the city,
with nowhere to go tonight.
It's so cold outside,
but it feels worst inside.

So many lights on
but I can't see them
'cause this emptiness
is creeping in,
waiting for me to fall.

I'm still standing
though I don't know
for how long
will I last
on my feet.

The storm is coming,
the one I dreamt about.
It's getting closer to me,
following me, cornering me,
but I'm fast and run.

I know how to hide,
to make myself invisible.
Oh, I shouldn't mind about that.
Am I not already
invisible to everyone's eyes?

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