Wandering of memories

There was a house, there was a smile, There was a street that I called my nest. Now I walk without knowing If tonight he makes me fall. I had a dream in my heart, now it is dust lost in the sun. I left names and promises behind, but the wind carries them, the wind presses them. I'm a wanderer, aimless, I carry a secret moon in my chest. I have nothing left, only breathing, It is a name that echoes but that I do not shoot. Maybe tomorrow I'll stop, Maybe a hug will save me, But tonight I walk, without noise, only with the echo of an old pain.