Stand here or fly with the pigeons

In the moment when I encircled your arm, I felt the lightness that carried me to fly between the wheels of the train and soar in this joyful and cloudy sky, which extracted the beautiful sadness and transformed it in the form of tears mixed with the drizzle of falling rain, and until recently I did not even know your name or anything. Another about you, except that I found your name on the lips of all those who love and yearn for that absent lover, before you saved me from death on the stat...