Stars

Dreaming and having nightmares every moment, drunk of reality, looking for stars in the sky October walking in empty streets looking for a place to rest. Seeking consolation in alcohol and music trying not to give up, trying to have hope, taking your hand, kissing your brow reading and working to keep the reason for separating dreams and reality by a thin line, which would disappear but the only thing that keeps me sane or that is what seem.

Memories are like the stars above do not go away but with the light of the city are no longer visible but not have to disappear, are still not see them, but if we leave our city, we can again see some hurt or happy times you both like the first time that you saw, but only sometimes we have to see the death of the stars but in their wake follow even for a while. But many forget that cities do not leave some for fear others for their insecurities.

A note, a number or a syllable marks the beginning of a book, a poem, a theorem or a song you do not need anything else, but perseverance and sacrifice something in order to make it maybe not today maybe not even see the price and just maybe not to charge what who belonged. Because everything has a price and everyone has a price, sometimes it is given in gold or dollars.

Say your prayers little one
Dont forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight

"Enter Sandman" - Metallica