My thoughts stray bullets in barren land
in the land where a flower blooms loveless,
loveless lives who dies without a caress.
My thoughts overwhelm the mind in a storm of questions,
infinity in an instant, a moment that finds no peace,
and so almost leaning on myself, I cry.
Because, answers please, this fragrance comes in my mind,
I pierce the incense, and so becomes an answer.
Yes, nothing becomes a hope, but I cry because I cry,
tired and my knees bend, get up, get up … ..
bend, and a fight with my nothingness and my little.
And so I only speak, or speak with the part of me that loves
inconsistent and rationality puts you at an angle,
makes you feel the emptiness of the cold wind.
You becoming that self that I will never,
what my life that I will never see.
Yes my friends I need your eyes,
of your lives to make mine unique.
You are a part of my heart continues to beat incessantly,
that part of the heart made of certainties.
You are my fortress, my castle where they find shelter, you are my home.
Today I am crying because my eyes are tired of hatred.
Tired of his dark and deep sound,
it gets inside you and creeps, you sting, hurt you …. Kills you.
My friends, in this silent cry I ask you to start this year in the sign of love,
your friend asks you last among the last to love the human being, and ‘by your side … …
… .. I leave you now, but you are close.
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