I've done nothing yet

the peculiar feeling of growing down

is like the rain that falls apart...

Today my sky

seems an eternal crying

my ocean's keeping his sweetness

is keeping that crazy flavour.

I dreamed my garden is full

and played my guitar

I thought my soul is coloured

and I wrote what I dreamed

Somehow my emptiness is in vain

the meaning of life is nothing

nothing more than a sunbeam...

When my garden roses died I felt lonely

and the tumbling sky crushed on earth,

the green I saw turned red

and the emptiness of me

opened it's eyes!...