Carnival’s Hope

That sad day even not knowing why, I love you without
thinking about when I really feel I was alive in a day in
Carnival feast.

It was other days like sharp prinks, stringed my heart,

leaving me with sorrow, in my lips, in my heart.

And it was that other Carnival the redemption to my

sorrows when finding myself nearby to you, when
knowing you, when beginning to love you.

And you go by making yourself to be necessary in my

routine days, and you go further in my empty veins,
in my withered mind.

Is this the love story, the most beautiful relation that

ever have had two human beings that never would
imagine that life would united both in a embrace of
love and tenderness.

North Rose
April, 1979