quickly the sound comes,
shaking the window
stands near the glass sign,
breaking silence.
waking from charming sleep.
to raise the covers from her.
and after that conception
brings the horizon
to see a boy.
fifteen, waving a flag,
hes leaving home
and checked his bags
packed tight sitting with the thought in his mind
sail waving the sea
waving to himself

"maybe its love?"
he thinks drinking in the air,
the smell is pressing on his face and waving,
as he stands there swinging with the trees. fifteen and drunk on lips,
the ones he kissed felt like they were hers.
felt like they were hers.

carrying some stars in his pocket.
thinking to give gifts
she comes crying to the window,
wondering will she miss him when he stood up.