I have hidden in his shoes the way I did
and unveiled to the world my restlessness
daily fight a losing war against an army
the color of your eyes. Now I live in a memory
with a bag full of lies I
the sadness of what he understood
and two layers of anger in our hearts.
With no hope of waiting for the rain clouds away
convinced that there can not conceal
I eat and live with memories of my agonies
sitting on a rock that bears your name.
Inside a glass of red wine
I searched in vain for proof of your love
the balcony of your
lies I saw clearly what was Death.
How naive of the day before I thought
"Keep my soul, even my heart.
But give me back all my words back
what I said before living
what I thought before I die."
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