☆ SPECIAL PREMIUM SHOWING SPECIAL TALENT
#FANCLUB Childhood, love, time Impossible to escape this harsh reality, that of wanting you. Stoned me So bluntly So that you don't understand What is behind my eyes There is: The love that comes from time, For so long Carved in the delicacy Of innocence Still undecided, That I didn't know, For sure, How to protect myself. Little grain of sand, Bare feet was me. Fashion backpack, In the middle of the kids! He kept, among books - Dreams and learnings. In the chastity of serenity, I drew you in sobriety, While the blackboard, Chalk scribbled. And you counted, taught ... Even in a harsh tone, The gentle soul beckoned. I no longer know if awake, With her image, astonished, I was unfolding Ascending to heaven; Cheated girl sign. Yes, All the shoots dream, Romanticize the first love, But they have no idea that they grow, Transmute into birds And snuggle up in Mature nests, Often empty. Waiting for the new sun. Painful waiting In the chest that keeps the past Pure, Of light silk, Wrapped in a broken tear, Silver, Crystallized To the moon of the beloved woman. White your skin In texture of Van Gogh, That eternalizes being. Stupid subtlety, that of not knowing! I cling to the memory Of a face that is not yours, And in the melody of the most beautiful Song, '' We've only just begun '' I speak more than I receive, I bond in the sphere Of those who worship. Your mouth belongs to lips that are not mine. Your body, What I crave As a thirsty kid For climbing up the fruit trees of the neighboring yard, It is sealed. Your womb gave birth, Blessed fruit! And between spaces, peace was made. I close my eyes to try to castrate my fears. I still love you, In the stinging silence. From childhood to maturity ... Love, time And the sad certainty Of being predestined To want what you can't have.
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