Tears

What falls and strikes the ground 

Drenched our cheeks, 

And lost itself in the million crowd. 

A napkin, sleeve or just a bare palm

Has tasted every salt 

Obeyed the storm wiping with calm.

But it's the story no one will know

Where I'm the Juliet 

And Romeo? The cottony pillow. 

My griefs and joys have found a diary, 

My stories encrypted 

With tears by me. 

It's a never-ending space 

And I come here every night 

Only to get our softness 

Drenched and dried.