Accidental, spontaneous and stupid specials
Two consonants lost in three vowels
They are the ones who help us not to feel alone
So are they important
And we call them love.
Love under a big sky
Or locked in a room
The loves he lost hope
The loves with the shoulders to the wall
Or when you say: 'god thinks'
The loves you are not sure about
Which does not matter ...
But how much love, but what love
With the courage and the fear of wrestling well
Delicate love that goes away
Those to whom you only suffer
And the other to say, 'What do you want me to be'
How much love, but what love
Amos now burst
They do not know how to stay together
Love at the limit of madness
What do you find and leave no more?
The loves to pieces to throw away.
Imagine two solitary worlds
Suspended between the stars, in the midst of the seas
Sometimes they advise not to feel alone,
That's why they are great,
And they call him loves.
But how much love, but what love
With the courage and the fear of wrestling well
Delicate love that goes away
Those to whom you only suffer
And the other to say, 'What do you want me to be'
How much love, but what love
Newborn love with the desire to remain insienme
Love at the limit of madness
What do you find and leave no more?
The loves to pieces to throw away.
Love is almost the same
The difference now fights you ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)