CLOSE THE WINDOW

life's an onpen window

with buildings so high

surrounded by dark clouds

waiting to fall

in a rain of acid water

life's an old roof

of an even older house

covered by the moss

that print the pass of time

with green and black paint

life's a sad elderly

slowly walking alone

in this long street

that leaves to nowhere

but he world we're alredy in

life's a lonely star

the first of the night

shinning alone, suffocated

by the last sunlights

that haven't given up

life's a boring afternoon

with nothing to do

but the same as always

waiting the night

to finaly sleep

life's a real dream

full of illusions as well

full of hidden reality

waiting to be found

lost in somewhere, sometime, somehow.