Looking through the window I can see the sun
It’s saying farewell cause another day is gone
I rest my arms in the table and wait for the moon to come
Hoping that she can light up the sky and erase the gloom
Here I am…
Watching the sun last breath in the sky
The clouds are leading him into the night
My eyes are fixing its tender light
Nothing can save him from another cry
It’s just destiny taking him one more time
Here I am…
Saving this last picture in my mind
Drinking one more cup of tea and asking it why?
Why am I here trying to understand my life?
I guess I’m like the sun... Always hoping for another day to come…
Elsa Azevedo
Elsa Azevedo
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Imagens por: Pedro Pinheiro