Yesterday

Yesterday, I found the flower you gave me; picture of love. Faithful, it still keeps the aroma.

I still have that letter you wrote me. With a passional red it had a mark. Your signature made me sad.

Life is short. Let's get out of doubt and anger. "Okay", says the singer, "the past doesn't matter. In all, our pride is the worst. Let's renew the passion for life. Heart full of warmth. Perfum of illusion. Freshness of spring."

Yesterday, I found the flower you gave me. But, listen, doesn't look for another wound with the same mistake.Be happy, at last nothing else matters.