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Lips are murmuring, laughing, whispering; eyes are staring, weeping, blaming; some faces are full of happiness, others covered by sorrow, the breeze is holding their echoes, passing through me, yet I can’t catch the scene.
I with my senses have been taken where the music is, dancing beat along your heart, listening to a beautiful tune, which has no sound, your deep look is playing a soft rhythm inside.
In the outside I am living, but my feelings with you are being; your hidden presence mutes all the voices around, and music of silence appeared, among the crowd.
Try to understand that I’m flesh and blood. I breathe, cry, laugh and bleed.
My existence isn’t in your hand; I’m here against you and everyone who doesn’t want to hear.
My words are not a poem, nor an article or something amusing to see. My words are only for those who really can read and feel; feel all the pain that surrounding me, all those unshed tears that I always keep.
You think you know me well, while your knowledge is based upon the outside, not what's been hidden inside of me.
I opened my eyes, looked through my window and saw the sunrise. I smiled because it was a brand new day and my troubles were far away hidden in yesterday. Time passed and the day color changed, sunset was taking its place and troubles seem near again. While this day was ready to turn into yesterday, my eyes were wondering if tomorrow they will see what they saw today.
