Friends count very big things
of an old love love that was a charm
they tell me that they are suffering
that is soul alone, lives waiting
the flower that one day I perfume a sky
today his corolla rolls in the mud.
I want to see her, not for revenge
Well, if he did, it would be a coward
I want to clean his white face
and erase traces of holy kisses
that I gave him when it was good
today s? that the mud does not have to erase it
I want you to know that time could not
erase my divine face from my mind
even her tender mouth kisses me asleep
it's a sad opium dream waking up
I feel that my life is slow
that is so short the time and strong the pain
that like a thorn I feel the sting
that goes slowly into my heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)