Don´t cry, don’t care.
It’s weird, because I felt drops,
then I touch my cheeks near to my eyes;
and surprisingly they are dry. I was thinking of you.
Have you dreamed?
There can’t exist nobody;
Just don’t sleep, it’s too difficult.
Sure take your own mind, even more.
Where was all that you did?
Like dreams, they are disappeared.
If all things will be lost; what we’ll can do?
To be lying down or running, can’t get calm down.
Maybe in a time, what I felt,
was some real; not dry.
All rhymes are,
Things begin being something,
but at the end, it’s Zero,
more than that.
DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU CRY