How do you have to reproach myself that I walked away from you,
If I tried many times to go through the scales,
To have your love and I did not get it,
Well, when I searched for you, did you cut my wings?
I was a wandering bird that noticed your flowers,
But you did not lend me the expected attention,
Because they courted you colorful pictures,
And in such a way my option was relegated.
I will go on a path without a destination,
with the biggest penalty of this world
and with the deepest suffering
of a defeated man.
I followed my way by solo space,
that sometimes clouds gave with black frost,
for which I left while I passed slowly,
And with great sadness I should undertake the march.
Sitting and with a pencil in my hand,
I intend to describe so sadness,
that causes me bitter rawness
of having lost you.
You did not love me, and I believed
that was in life your beautiful illusion,
and today very feverish the heart knew,
I estimated you as tender in innocence,
but you were suddenly changing
and today when I find you so in front,
I am confused.
Today when I see you again your eyes are different,
and they see me with pleasure and without bad looks,
but I do not respond to my old instincts,
And they returned to me to grow up other wings.