The Day of Life

For my friend, James Forte The day was comming earlier in the morning. Young, with hair in the wind I walked outside barefoot in the cold grass. I was only waiting the sunrise over the hills... For me, the time was infinity... It was a wonderful summer day: I ran I learned I loved I wrote I played I enjoy the life Late, in the evening I see my face in the mirror: with white hair my life was gone and there is nothing to say. I only ask my wife to go outside and see the sky... And I know that in the deep of universe there is a star, only a star who shine for me... And I also know that tomorrow the morning will come in our garden, earlier, with the sunrise over the hills...