vazio, vazio, vazio

Some mornings defy reason and this was one of them. From the moment I opened my eyes, a sad sensation told me something was not right.
And yet, I get up anyhow and make things the best I can. I suppose it's called surviving.

Anyway... just feeling a litlle bit empty without knowing the reason for it... well... without wanting to know, or to feel...

but somehow an angel smiled at me and everything turned better, less empty.

I really love my gardian angel.