Tomorrows are just the pictures I painted as a child, my love

 

A sharp sword stretched out on its back looking up at the summer sky, 

On the thin, sharp rope of my course, 

I am the walking ant of my uninterrupted steps, 

I am the pen of my own dreams in my nights. 

Tomorrows are just the pictures I painted as a child, my love. 

I spin the thread of today in my hand, 

All yesterdays are still breathing like rugs on my wall now; 

I gently caress their knots one by one... 

04.54 that's all from me for tonight, see you my love.

* Please forgive me for the idioms, metaphors and rhymes that may change from language to language due to translation. I am happy if we could even get a little closer to each other in the emotions felt.