I walked where I began to feel my first love,
My soul was far and she was in my tomb,
I happened for the paradise and all the angels were not since like I it imagined,
Happened for the hell and it was not so warm,
The love me demonstrated that the only option is the pain,
It was nearby towards the place where she would have my heart in his hands,
And again I am crying with the children of the god who went away,
For my same one I was happy in order that the stars cry,
But even the sky is not dark,
My body was his only food,
And my blood was the reason of his thirst,
The steps go down,
I lost my only weapon so it begins to salt and dry me from the inside,
His smile was the warehouse of my melancholy,
And his caresses were tattooes in my skin,
I sewed my lips not to declare his name,
Forget his body,
forget his face,
¿The value to forget his hands of innocently?
domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009
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