The lovers

The lovers,
the breeze on their faces,
immortal smiles,
the tears
who used to watch over us,

these stars
that lie dormant within us,
hanging from their necks,
in their foolishness,
and let them say
in their entirety,
It's wonderful.

The sighs
of an unexpected love
and then lost
in the escape
of a gentle trace
indelible,

their wonderful states of mind,
the sweet song of a bird.

What could they do?
telling each other
through the eyes
when this world plunges
Into chaos?

Her eyes were silver
And she, of gold.

All to shine
of a simultaneous
not counting
A twist of fate.

They were amazed,
more real than ever.

Eternal love
misunderstood people,
understanding,
deaf people.

The lovers are,
but cannot.

In the oblivion of a day,
then the beginnings
of a lost evening.