Inside my dream...
I kissed the restless air,
as it moved through your hair
and I felt the warmth of you breath
when your lips passed my neck...
Wet streets, warm wind and no sounds
still summer has'nt left for good...
Once I saw your childhood
reflected in a raindrop on your chin...
Different colours, but same misty tunes
fast walks, sweet words, glimpse of the past...

I turn myself into your worries,
sending you hopes...
...hopes about soaring dreams...
You turn a smile into my heart,
telling me stories...
...stories about ships sailing on clouds...

Wet streets, warm wind and no sounds
still our memories floats around...

:Angel ene