And I started walking towards the sea to their impertinent waves
call me, dancing the dance of insanity,
seducing, brushing with its bubbles,
caressing my soul, ensuring my job, trying
, and after succeeding, to follow my path.
I know I'm doing the right thing anyway
I can not help feeling that gnawing doubt;
inertia prevents me from stopping,
I protect myself in my clothes, I hide my hands, clenched fists
and under head
with impunity, almost cowardly.
close my eyes. And I think of you.
llegarása I wonder if you find out about this,
I wonder if you feel bad to hear. CHTM
never going to be able to assimilate. Never.
I could not make you happy, and that weighed on my soul
until now, when nothing has meaning.
At the exact moment before the annihilation,
anything but bodily can exist.
You could not make me happy, and do not blame you:
in your folly, did the most that was
at your disposal in your earthly world.
Your face appears in my mind, agile,
rebellious, prone to stay for much longer, you smile as always
me, stroked my hair, I take my hand
between yours, wet
by the nerves causing my presence before you. Cza to emerge ...
doubts, regret ...
certainties no longer seem so strong now,
but nothing I can already do.
Salt water has begun to fill my lungs,
invading my body, my mind twisting
,
taking his life.
It's too late ...
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