There are some days like this,
when the dreams don't move,
and the hope is far away
and the present is black
when i come back to the past to find my rainbow.
I open the old box of my happy memories and i try to paint my thoughts with colors.
The colors that i try so many years to keep alive
For my colorless poor days.
Constantinos Grigoriadis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dreams-don-t-move/
