Life Exists Because of Love
I must be the last fellow
dedicated to a platonic love,
that makes me dream
while life flees
and just disappears
into the shadows of the evening:
forgetting that life
exists because of love...
These walls of cold stone,
suffocate me in a space
where my freedom
is an erring clone:
it will be summoned by self-esteem,
to let it lie there and die in scattered pieces...
Still treasured letters, unyellowed by light,
with a name which meant a trust so imposing
has lost its preciuos meaning;
a big heart drawn in red,decorated by roses
that weren't given for the passionate cause:
is as imperceptible as hypocrisy,
but the sweetened air,that my nostrils breath,
is confined by an hysterical guilt
and an insignificant fight
struggling with an unseen enemy...
I must be the last lover
of this remakable century,
whose eyes resent
the shallowness
and awkwardness of reality
when faced by the rudest reality,
while my perturbing questions
demand an answer
and compell me to persist:
forgetting that life exists
because of love...
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