An Angel

I wish to speak of me, and if you respond
i will know that you are, and not another one.

My secret has not been secret, I have
spoken of him so many times that nonmemory,
but today I will be sincere, and I will speak of me.

So that thus? because thus it's not easy to me,
and I don't want that it's easy, doesn't for my.

dream all the nights with you, so many faces,
so many smiles, so many hugs, always you are here,
but you are not really.

I love you, from always, since alive I do it by you and it does
damage to me, because I don't see you, I don't feel you.

Some reason? yes, alive in a dream, I believe in died
poetries, forgotten songs, memories without owner.
The oxidized words are my pains, and my yearnings.

The time is not time after my steps, it is the disguise which
not yet exists on me, it is the face of my dream, it is the
place where my tranquillity hides.

Yes, you must be an angel, that it watches from far place,
where I cannot arrive, or perhaps I have not wanted to arrive.
It will hope by always? it will know that i'm looking for her?
it will want only my wait?

An angel must be…