Through the fragments of love, poetry is born!
Love, a small word, but a difficult act
to be completed by two unknown bodies.
Love, short breath, strong flame,
I want it with a protector...
Love, me… you… and a little bit of our shadows,
from fear and excitement.
And if it's not me, it's you
and if not both of us, something similar to us
who fought or is fighting for his own unfulfilled love...
...and I want to tell you, with my lips a locked lock
and the keys lost in the depths of my heart...
Lyrics from untold stories souls entangled in the bittersweet dance of unfulfilled desires,
they paint an exquisite portrait of the outcasts who dwell within all of us.
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