this a song

como parte de un proyecto ce canciones escribo algunas para ver si alguien en un futuro las musicaliza


charity

And despite knowing
I could not change his life.
He opened his hands and kissed her on the forehead
a faint blessing escaped her lips
morning will dawn.

Under the snow was still beating
a lone wooden heart
still refused to be consumed
waiting for an angel.

On Sunday afternoon
becomes especially nostalgic
becomes especially friendly
Hand of the dreamer.

Tomorrow will remember even
the gesture of kindness,
steam from the coffee and pigeons
White, taking off from the square.

Although it is not yet known
compassion want a better place
in my hands to your heart
in the waves of the sea.

Beyond a simple act of love
beyond time. Just this life
the time between two
a fraction of glances
to jostle each other.

Feeling the pain of others as their own,
and the incessant rain that falls all
is living and living is to know that you exist in me,
and inevitably exist in you.