"about the friends"

change of age, a wintry environment

I still feel the breeze of last autumn

when the leaves of the trees were falling like soul tearing

lonely sunsets, I'll tear myself apart 

summer afternoons, meant friendships and ice cream

who knew it would turn into booze and cigarettes

those times of yesteryear that will never return

the desire to be there watching

watching life go by and I do nothing...

makes the melancholy come and want to cry

those friends that made life colorful

painted in me a picture of stories

stories that told lives and joys

summer heat, winter cold

I must wait for autumn and with them through the early sunset, in the orange sky to walk