3 "Good night Good Knight"

So i wake up, look out the window and first thing i see is a Seattle weather in Guatemala.

Rain approaches, and a small cold breeze reaches my skin as it crossed the room.

Allthough much people would rather use a metaphor of spring or summer comparing the season with the one they love, i rather use the winter.

Because when you feel dry, heated and in a bad mood. You wish the winter, with the rain that comes with it. Hoping it can refresh your soul, your heart, your mind. That is what she is for me. The first raindrop in a summer season.

So i think and think and think in a reason to call, sms or tweet that person and the only thing i can think is "knight".

Like in the old days, a knight was a gentleman who could wait for the fair lady. That shall be done i think :D

As i grab my cup of coffee, old coffee, breakfeast left over i can only say i shall be a good knight.

Just let me tell you i'll stay here until you say "good night, My good Knight"

2

I must admit it's been hard.

Hard to live in a jungle some people dare to call home.

I was raised 13 years ago in a place i called home... My home. But today im stuck in this unknown place where every single day you live a russian roulette. Hoping the next shot doesn't hit you.

And everyday i can remeber those golden morning lights, with maple leafes falling from the trees and you see that people actually enjoy life. So i wonder, What am i doing here?

Where people only seek their own interests, where mother nature is no longer respected, human life is nothing else than a chess piece ready for someone else to play with it.

Then i realize that I'm here to survive. I came from an advanced country and landed in a mediocre country so i can share what a good life is. Life as taken me by surprise several times, has showed me that if you want to be someone you got to star believing you are who you want to be! It doesnt matter what the wold says, it doesnt matter what people want to put against your dreams. Your dreams are yours... SEEK for the dream you wish!

We all live in america, north, central or south america you can have your "american dream".

1

I look around i have to find where the sound comes from

a sweet angelic voice surrounds my head while the violins play the notes and makes me hang by a thread

silence....

Everybody's watching expecting to see the show

i look around, i see nothing it's the dark surrounding my feet.

I feel the heat of her body touching my lips touching my skin, it's a show

It's dark and look around, stumbling on my steps.

Melancholic melody a she smiles

all see is her in the dark. Her smile

And and it makes me come alive, alive, alive, i lie about the things i say.

Loneliness is written in my forehead, and she has the eraser.

make a rainbow, dance with the unicorns, keep the show, the world is watching. Touch my lips, see my face.

Her voice fades... i was just the rain.