I'm here... also there....

Listening a good song.. a name came last night

the name of the sadness... the name of hapiness,

I was waiting for the next coffee...

I was just looking through the green window...

but a strange color was wrapped in my eyes,

the color of the tears that I never feel,

the taste of the sweetness that I lost when I met you.

Now, with my honest heart I'm here... also there...

to tell you how was my boring day...

to tell you how was the way by my bike...

But you didn't care,

just because you decided don't hear me anymore,

just because I showed you a good song,

a name of my lonely evening...

You didn't care,

just because I was too sweet for you,

just because every word was a misunderstanding...

nevermind... I'm here... also there...

with the color of the tears that I don't want to cry,

with your last kiss in the beginning of the winter,

with the promise drowned in my next coffee,

with my own map in my bike,

with my boring day...

I don't care!

Is enough to talk with myself...

I don't care..

My feelings can be just misunderstandings...

but what can I do?

just feel... I just feel....