I got the blues or is just november !!

While I walk through this old dry leafs

between my secrets and trees

I belong to this moment

past is just and old luggage

heavy luggage that makes me what I am now

If I look in this case what should I find?

But I see this last part is heavy and is just one

One year of memories different than the last

12 pieces that can come up in colors and weathers

365 suns that belong to all

maybe 4 or 5 moons missing

I must have gaven them away?!

(At least one of them is in my ankle.)

I see people that I cannot reach anymore

even if I try, they have grown apart

I saw love but it wasnt the real one

so ill keep the fake ones as part of my plan.

I see hugs, some of hello and some of good bye

also those laughings from kisses passerby

People that I have helped

friends that I have hurt

some old songs that still play out loud

and actions of despair that doesnt make me fell proud

I can look in all this memories and find a lifetime

But, in the end is not numbers, parties, birthdays or people.

Is just how much words have you spoken,

how many ideas you taken to life,

How many kisses you ment

and how many cheers will you remember.

Ever day is time to harvest and nourish

Dont number your tears just your smiles

a blink lasts as much as you want

But If I can tell you and advise

blink while living, it will make it last.

One year doesnt make me feel one year older

It makes me fell more man than last year.

what about you?