is she that I have always kept inside. I can not explain but now I understand. every push, every desire, every stupid act of escape was to her. love a woman who may not even imagine your love. then what about her love? perhaps what is not, as who know so little about her and all you hear is based on a flimsy feeling captured in a poem. yet you know that you are, when you see it go across the street, when by chance I saw a picture of her or you think you hear the sound of his voice.
but I know when I talk I do not have anything, I take off my clothes and gold. I feel at peace and peace is extinct. eyes, nose, mouth, fingers, his hands are in my heart and that's all.
I threw everything away, but not for her, the unconscious desire for her and be able to fill my chest of her perfume. but the scent does not know him. I have dreamed of.
continue to dream that dream fade as long as one day and I'll be too old and tired to breathe.
the world will get me defeated and unworthy I'll fall under the weight of all my mistakes.
of my lies, but maybe I will remain a sweet and unique piece that I will like an old knight at the cost of the last breath of life.
Lei
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