Sad Omen Poem by Juan Varela

The sunbeams is going
increasing my sorrows
the darkness arrived
killing my dream
with the fatal reality:
it is too soon for the beautiful
and pretty soon it will be
too late for everything

Short time close to the lucky
and it is getting wings to fly away
awaken my utopias
extracting the blood of my veins

Condemned without defence
to be definitely alone
cause my attorney’s gone
leaving in pieces my heart
the remaining of my hope
without you before be mine