Un antiguo poema

Imagine, just imagine
a train with us inside
streching every minute
and blowing at stars
Imagine, just imagine
the dreams we could not do
the words which were in it
the kiss we could not throw
Sometimes, when I'm with only
my soul in front of me
Sometimes I think
We're both at sunset
and we're lonely, and we're free
And when the light is over
and the whole house is dark
I cry for all those people
who are -as we are-
so sad
Sometimes I dream that Heaven
gives all of us a new chance
and we'll do the same nonsenses
that we're doing now
I cry for all the madness
I weep for all the mess
I wait for death in order
to know what'll happen next
ana/1989