When you are dead,
glory will be a small gift from your friends.
And yet, a simple heart is waiting,
someday, may never come in your life!
People have so many faces,
they are looking at you and nothing else.
I stopped, to want the impossible.
No wishes for this year,
soul without a breath inside.
So many dreams that are down,
in life miracles come true, perhaps!
Happiness is just something that may appear,
in a thousand years.
Somewhere exist unseen love but,
it was only a hope!
- A. A. Popovici,