Souvenir dusting

Shaking the dust of memory



I was hooked that day

when lost in my sleep

suffered from melancholia

of things I had been

I slept one second my doubts

fears, and kept

made me feel the cold

as when one is away

of the things so dear

of today are gone

I hung my haunts

with intent to forget

and as if my urge

to find a miracle

subject as a tree

I see your body move

I admire your contours

and with the wind I can

keep listening to my thoughts

talking to myself

wish asleep

memories stored

lived passions

loves quiet

You were more than eager

you were rubbing my passion

A day without knowing how

you offered me your love

spent as the handout

in late autumn

You left your light, your shadow

the memories of yesteryear

and set my kisses saved

So I went back to live

Expected full of dreams

willing to meet them

the longer you by my side

Samuel Levy Akinin



Shaking the dust of memory



I was hooked that day

when lost in my sleep

suffered from melancholia

of things I had been

I slept one second my doubts

fears, and kept

made me feel the cold

as when one is away

of the things so dear

of today are gone

I hung my haunts

with intent to forget

and as if my urge

to find a miracle

subject as a tree

I see your body move

I admire your contours

and with the wind I can

keep listening to my thoughts

talking to myself

wish asleep

memories stored

lived passions

loves quiet

You were more than eager

you were rubbing my passion

A day without knowing how

you offered me your love

spent as the handout

in late autumn

You left your light, your shadow

the memories of yesteryear

and set my kisses saved

So I went back to live

Expected full of dreams

willing to meet them

the longer you by my side

Samuel Levy Akinin