How easy it is to stop thinking, just ask the wind not to blow on the meadows, stop looking at the moon when it bathes my pupils memories, lower the stars of the sky so they do not shine on the flowers. Stop thinking is so easy! I only have to ask the birds not to sing at dawn, to ask that the sunsets that no longer draw your silhouette next to mine and the nights that no longer scream your name.
How easy it is to stop thinking, just need to spill the ink on my verses, let my pen fly with your memory and run away from the muse that lives in my dreams. Stop thinking is so easy that I prefer to remember you.
