The diamonds of the day

I do not have the ability to retain diamonds of the day. Nor to be able to reverse the infinite return of the nights which extinguish our lights. To wait like always. To wait to re-examine your face to leave our misery. Us them hearts given up by the life. Who have only the trouble. To furnish their existence with phantom. Like kids. Without relative. Who trail themselves like wandering cats. Looking at. The slow sleep. Come to seize the alive ones. Closed eyes. Imagining. The benefit to dream. We are private. Forever. However. We did not forget. Front. When the evening us fermions doors and windows. Carefree men. Because breathing. Or perhaps. Candidate. Ad infinitum of a life. Ridges of lights, beautiful nights. Driving out. The trouble. It was yesterday. Today. There remains to us the prayer. To be able to retrogress. To be on the other side of the barrier. To close the eyes. To dream of us two. While knowing. That tomorrow. For this other morning. I will be able to offer diamonds of the day to you. For always.