Things that you never will read...

I'm here, just writing... writing things that you never will read!

Cause my feelings, maybe, you never will understand!

I listen the wind singing out side of my window...I really don't what he says...

The cold wind blows and can't stop to sing... what, what means?

The past, come to my heart, and this images are vivid to my eyes...

The wind is the responsible for this sensation?

Everything is coming colder and colder, day by day, over and over again...

I know you don't will read... but if you only knew that you are my inspiration...

How I can write? How I can sing?

The wind keep singing in this cold night... and I still can't understand what means...