It may not be a storm…
but, an simple gray sky…
adorned with sad clouds,
and failed stars…

Maybe it was always you…
with your air of “Don Juan”
and your disproportionate beauty…

Maybe you never loved me…
you didn’t look for me…
Maybe i was just the amulet
whose is lost in the jungle…

Maybe time will show us
his face, yes…
and maybe also, it will teach you…
for who really it was worth it…

We are only storms…