A Reflection
(Ricardo Hoffmann)
The storm out there arouses
Strange hidden nooks in the old
Dwelling houses to new breathes
In my mind rules a storm too
While I fall into whirls of
Countless anxiety
On the ground the death of the leaves
And all the leafless boughs above
The catkins misery chained on
The deepest coldness claws
And my thoughts roam through cruel
Corridors to the ruins of my soul
The whispering wind seems to
Caress my ears so tenderly
A faded fragrance comes out from the
Treasure chest of childhood dreams
Between those dangerous mouths
Of the world
An old melody sounds
In my sentimental head
A melody so sad with a
Hopeful reflection
And all the sweet melancholy
Of our human being