I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...

The fire is everywhere
burning and blazing...

Dear diary,
I met her again today...

I see a light at the
end of the tunnel...

Your bottomless eyes,
full of joy and happiness...

I knew that there was no chance
That my love would not be returned...

There is no hope
our lives are doomed...

Bottomless like the deepest abyss,
Their color aleatory like waves...

When it all began
I was ignorant...

It's eleven 'o five as I depart,
an ordinary Saturday at a seemingly...

Love is like a jagged bright street,
That runs through a darkness that is not complete...

Your beauty:
Unreal...