I’m dragging my heart inside the suitcase.
I wish the dawn would not come,
to wake up changed or not to wake up.
I’m going to wander hours away
with a hug in the chest that I will never forget,
with the awareness that it will never be repeated.
Is there any reason to return?
Goodbye
I am gone
and I don’t care
the profound yearning that the soul will venture
warmed by the cold,
I remember the fever of that night
and I look for a song in accordance
for the destruction poured by the wind.
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When I close my door
PoésieI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
