The pencil wanders madly on the paper.
The words flow like wine in the drinking nights.
What I feel
Only my heart knows!
Eyes wander without target
Imagining a hand spoil.
From hopes I build castles, more and more wonderful…
The quite of the night
Secretly envelops and captures me,
I let the thoughts stray me…
The pencil wanders madly on the paper,
The words flow like wine during drunken nights.
What I feel?
Only the heart knows!