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Once I came back home tired and alone, took off my shoes and my clothes, thinking about which roses I would choose for her. I was lying on my bed when I found a paper under my pillow, it smelled spring and winter, salt and pepper, sea and river and I read it faster and faster, crying oh my god before I felt asleep without trying to call her...

'Dear love now I understand why, I understand why I won't ever be the one, I won't ever be the one you want me to be. I tried hard to reach your cloud, but you know I can't fly 'cuz I'm neither an angel nor a bird. You say I own you, you say you own me. I own no one, (no one) ever wanna own me. Past and dreams won't leave me but you should try and forget what's wrong. '

When I woke up this morning I had awful headaches, 'cuz I got drank last night, I got drank to forget sweet memories of love time when she was there, love time when she used to take her clothes off and smile for me. Flowers and treesget shy when she's walking across the street with her smile turned on. Violins and pianos are playing music by themselves when she's talking 'bout poetry or make-up. But now she's gone and she won't come back.

'Dear love now I understand why, I understand why I won't ever be the one, I won't ever be the one you want me to be. I tried hard to reach your cloud, but you know I can't fly 'cuz I'm neither an angel nor a bird. You say I own you, you say you own me. I own no one, (no one) ever wanna own me. Past and dreams won't leave me but you should try and forget what's wrong. '

The door's bell ringing in the middle in the night. I stand up and open my eyes, thinking 'who the hell could it be'. There was just an 16-years old boy behind the door, blond hair big brown eyes, a mouth like the button of a rose. He tells me 'dad I just came here to tell you mom still loves you' and I answer 'boy go away stop telling me thinks that aren't true', he yells 'believe me she's downstairs waiting for you'... I went downstairs and she was there sitting down on a wheelchair, her blond hair had turned to gray and she whispered :

'Dear love now I may be the one, I may be the one for you '

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