Better not to feel anything
why love her
if she didn't love me anymore.
If I have to share her
I'd better forget her.
This way the heart loses
it hurts with every beat.
I feel agony for her body
her soft skin
her yellow hair
her silent gaze
to see her in that dress.
Why love her
if she didn't love me anymore.
Better not to feel anything
to remain in emptiness
to return to misery
streets, loneliness
parks and darkness.
He will not know my love
but he will know my oblivion.
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My loves, Love of my home
RomanceI had the amusing task of managing eight girlfriends; Colita blanquita, Colita negrita, Huesita radioactiva, Intensita enamorada, Anita la preciosa, Larguita la prima, Inquieta perversa and Pasmadita solapada. This risky undertaking was developed du...
