Portrait

It's raining outside
I'm watching how everything gets damp;
The ghosts paint with the water
portraits of their loved ones.

I'm watching how everything gets damp.
People say they recall
their loved ones
when it rains.

People say they forget.
Every one is absent
when it rains,
perhaps crying silently.

Every one is absent,
lost;
perhaps crying silently
melancholic.

Lost,
The ghosts paint with the water
melancholy.
It's raining outside.

Bosco