the storm...

you are a storm

that come in the calm night

on a sea, warm and gentle.

you are a storm

that lives in your self

that feeds her self

that transforms a night in day

and some times

just some times...

the day in the darkest night.

you have the beauty of a lighting

and the fear inside of the thunder voice...

you are the fascination of a nature force,

and the fragility of a newborn baby

some times

just some times,

you are the face of an old monster,

that becames gentle as a candle in the wind.

you are the strong woman that crossed a life

always looking foward.

the power of the greats

that can cry in the lonelyness of a room...

and only the greats can also dream.

only the greats can make the world go around.

you are my storm

you are my moon

you are my love

you are some one that I had the previlege to meet.

you are some one I have the sorrow to have lost...