Tell me, what are you asking for.
what do you want me to do?
What should I do?
To become again as we first?
Same questions, I shout again.
From the bottom of my heart.
Words that rise to the surface of the sea
But they perish before they reach the lips of the shore.
And the air has time to confide them, to you.
-Nicole Black
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Lost Words (English translation)
PoesíaThis book, is a english translation, from my original Greek profile. ⭐⭐⭐ A collection of words.. Texts, between lyrics. Poems, and thoughts. Words that struggle to be written, to speak even without a voice.. Just with their ink. To give color to the...
