people entering and leaving, coming and going. "
This story of my life
This is not personal, I know, but I lean
, again, the time and distance,
Fates cutting the threads of love, shattering
to each other with laughter.
The flip observed in a mocking gesture and looks
tell me the tragedy of his subsequent appearance, his cruel
The constitution ... damn stupid to be always a possibility
addresses Wound,
button that is inherent in the soul, and the Fates
feed the desperate poem.
already in former times presented, generating
pain and the beginning of detachment as deformed and constant
as a reflection of fear in the mirror of my heart.
However, deciphering the weakness of the tragedies
requires effort, luck
and is not necessary alignment of the planets,
but
leading and your heart in my hands and my name
tissue in your desire.
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