In the shadows of Marylin... (48th day)

The wind
of the darkness
blow.

Through the naked
skin
of my soul.

The nightmare
remain...
and the Sun
will
wake up,
no more

In those days
when the Faith
isn't exist
in those days
like today,
when the hope
evaporates,
and just remains
the shadows,
the shadows...
of Marilyn.

The dream,
the reality,
the night
in a one minute
begins.

The tears
fall,
down my
cheeks,
and the dreams
,breaks,
in nightmare.

The reality...
still there.

Is possible
fallow dreams,
but you
will be alone,
is possible
fallow the Faith
but no one,
will believe
in you.

Is possible
fallow the hope
but she,
might
not fallow you.

That is
the drama,
the reality
that shows
the shadows...
of Marylin,
the beginning
an the end,
of the soul.