On This Train Of Life
A Ray Of The Sun Slips Through My Fingers,
I Can Feel The Heat Of It,
I Can Odorize Its Perfume
But I Cannot Make It My Own,
For It Doesn’t Belong To Me
It Is Here Of Passage Like Me…, On This Train
Where Past – Present – Future Mix Themselves.
A Past That Stings My Heart With Memories
Of So Many Pierced Through…
A Present That I Feel Not Lived…
Yet This Ray Of Sun Affirms That
The Future Will Cancel What Has Been,
There Will Be Hope Reviving And
From A Bramble A Rose Will Be Born .
Ray Of Sun…for An Instant Sit Nearby Me
In This Wagon That Goes…
Embrace Me And Whispers To My Silences
Where Loneliness Rules For So Long…
Embrace Me Up To When
Dreams Won’t Frighten Me Anymore…