A heart wanted to jump a well
trusting in the prowess of his blood
and today you hear him rave about hunger
in the dark depths of his joy.
The heart was choking with tenderness,
of desire to live multiplied
and today is such a mutilated heart
who has managed to die of sanity.
What are they, they are bleeding, heart.
I speak of a heart that defends itself
of his old and used machinery,
I'm talking about a delivery at a funeral home,
I speak of a heart that does not understand.
I speak of a heart so crushed,
so little, so poor, so who knows
that in its torrent almost everything fits
be real or imagined.
What are they, they are bleeding, heart.
The heart was missing his ear
and he was distracted by the street
throttling with passion a waist
and unable to notice any complaint.
The heart of awkward spring
He had his ear grafted
and so much curse he heard that he has gone
to give him his deafness again.
What are they, they are bleeding, heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)