Wednesday, September 24, 2008


Many songs and poems have been written
By those inspired by rain.
But none of them written by me.
Or written to you, have they?
‘Cause none of the lovers or friends of writers before me,
Had your eyes or your look,
Or laughed the way you do,
When you’re thinking of me.
But back to the rain and its healing powers
That with feelings and memories, our soul showers
It washes all the bad that remember we don’t wish to
And reminds me that deep inside my soul, I still miss you.


Anonymous said...

y eso... que soy "vico" y me falta un diente! :P

Gigi said...

... speechless.