My day began,
with a cafe cuba can;

The morning had rose,
till the time my eyes were closed;

The afternoon begun,
as the flowers started to rotten;

My evening started,
when the story of my life ended;

The moment the night start,
that's how my memory made me forgot;

A man who came with a bright light,
and made my eye sight too week,
like I was a big freak,
to know,
A man who comes,
and a man who goes;

With no one in his way and a no one with his aim.....

His voice
had the sparkle
of a
mountain stream,
to listen to his talk
forever was my dream;

As soon as he left
He forgot our brief encounter,
but it stayed with me for the rest of my life
and sometimes after;

He made me feel so low
so down,
I need a revenge
that I could damage him,
and the moment my eyes shed its lashes.......

That's how my day would end.......