Heavy rain, my Lord,

you bring to the city,

disclosing hidden thoughts;

baptismal water

steeping my body,

rejecting my soul.



Whispers of wind change to cries beyond my ear,

scattered shadows evoke

a whirl of remembrances;

sweet entities,

emotional shots

made of broken destinies.



And I ask you, my Lord,

why my love lies in hate

and my dreams in death;

why the holy breath of life

crossed my mud backwards;

a book read from the end,

that's what I am.



Still raining,

cold tears of lucid pity

sliding down on my back,

shivers of a life waiting for the rain to rise to the sky;

illusions of a loving mind

forced to live searching

for a dream

just to blow it out!



And I pray you, my Lord,

to be my last dream

in this rainy day,

the one where life and joy

will marry my sorrow,

a unifying dimension

in which my soul will finally rest.




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