Promisses & love songs

birds come and go, with you, bring winds of hope, printed on their chests. blows momentary, lasting, eternal or not, but they are always there, making you believe somehow that happiness landed on his window.
birds, and free as they are, do not think that your lack of will to the owner window, a gap as big as the sky he flies, and so depart, leaving plumes old and worn, soiling the window. and every day you wake up and look at the empty window, dirty, and not hear the slightest noise, your heart is filled with pieces of glass, waiting for every move you to get hurt and leave scars which often costs a lot of time to take ... Even knowing this, we own the window, where we run toward it, to see if somehow the bird is, even if it's around there. and our hearts are filled with a symbolic blood, not the truth, to "lie" that is not always treated as a pain really. but thinking much about it, we own the windows, we are so much more in times of hurt and others filling in happiness. we are human and not birds. are in love, falling in love and enjoying what is offered us by being alive. I prefer to be cut a thousand times to wander through the sky in search of perch.