Sunday, September 2, 2007



I surely know it is you,
you know that I do,
I recognize your trace,
nearby, not even evident.

I sense the sweet scent
despite you may be absent,
from your skin in the air,
no matter the long days.

Predicted by million signals
that made you, in me, eternal,
you are undoubtedly close,
feeling the mark in my soul.

Time goes in spiral around,
days continue passing by,
and you keep here constantly,
biting and scratching my thoughts.