THE WORLD WITHOUT WORDS

It was going by the winter and I found myself stood up outside of her house I just watched around, as I said the winter had started a few days ago and the rain was here falling on me as to remind it me, like a hell's dawn, I was damped for all places waiting for see her when at last she showed up, I just look her move from a place to the another, but after a while it's better if I go me, maybe, I just wanted to talk with her but, it could be other day then, I'm in front of her house when I observe her turn off the last light on the second floor, making my way homewards I gave a glance to the street, the which it is as beautiful as her, whereas I walked towards my house back I watched the rain fall down as mildly on me, the sky wholly full of clouds, some sparks and its little shrieks and during all that time I thought whole of her, I would start to tell my story but by the time I was already outside entrance of my house, I had preferred keep myself stand up here for always below the rain the which I was being beleaguered, rather than come in but I would sick then, I decide to enter to the building, this is not so bad, it just seems as stuck out from a terrible movie, it was burned some years ago and it had kept like this thence without one sole repair, I had arrived soon after all this occurred and now there were few people, it seems to me they went out here after it burned, I was sat down in front of a window in the thirteenth floor. I had taken a bath and now I wrote a words and the rest of the rise lost in writing for her in which I used to while away the time the night lost in her hair, the moon clung to her body, if you want I gift you the world but you don't beg me I don't love like this.