Hlbeen Tee

To make it like beginnings.. The beginnings of rain The beginnings of love The beginnings of faith The beginnings of novels And if you never pass me by her spectrum.. I did not stay the night before imagining her mood, or the simplicity of a memory of her to me, or what goes on with her during those times. Like a homeless idiot, if she comes to my mind, Beethoven's tunes are kneeling deep in my heart, and the ravages of my heart burn And if I abandon classical music in the dead of the night to change what destroys my mind like a patient, the gentleness of her gaze visits me with the gentleness of every melody, She came in a crowd, my breath almost devoured me in a noise, the friendliness of which was not followed. How do I lower it? I see in her eyes rulings, narrations, wars and epics from which the beginnings and history are laid. It inspires, inflames, and fills my heart with a heartbreak that does not deceive anyone but my world on which it landed with “You are the one I knew before birth, death and rain.” Sonata dilê min !