instability

Many times I observe how the rain falls on me while the wind brushes my face, face that always hidden to not be judged ...
As a boy, I looked at the clock so as not to lose any seconds of time, but it has lost it all ...
I prefer to write before being written like that damned angel who has banished him from heaven ...
Life has hit me in what is called Love or Feeling that I regret a thousand times having experienced it ...

Sometimes I scream loudly but in the end nobody arrives since I am always alone, as only as my hour I hope ...
People who smile at Amar and I cry for not being loved ...
I do not want to be selfish much less a pianist who fails to play his last piece ...
My days are gray and there is no
estate since they have all cut me ...