crossed roads

The time has come
to leave,
there are only some
hours left.

the time has passed
like the sound of the wind
before the rain;
like my steps
on the stones
I walked
to get to you.

I do not know
what you want,
I never knew,

But I know
how important it is
to tell
or just to feel
someone listens,
just like an echo
of you


I do not mind
about
the pain
you gave to me,
the mean words
you said to me

forgive me
because
I had no speech
when you talked to God,
I understand
when after that
you cursed and opposed.

Mi silence and your arrogance
will some day talk.