WAYS OF WAVES

Sometimes, the days is darker,
Sometimes, it’s is true or false
Or, sometimes, for anyone it’s doesn’t matter.

Making sense, the life isn’t the suppose anyways.

Or, like the butterfly of innocence, the pub of our sensitive wave
Make the another sense when the dark side of the moon is a techno conquest!

Maybe the love between a couple can to seem surreal,
Maybe the distance on actualities can be impossible to life without the material contact,
But on a letter the sense is possible, and near or far, the possibilities are infinites.

When the woman has maturity and the man has it too,
The way from the love it’s possible, like a single rain’s drop
Certainly solve the question of the distance between continents…