...now playing: Quiet resource by Evelyn Stein-
I would really like to have a lover, who would not make me stain the innocent pages with incorrect prose and tears, poor things, destined for the plaintive torture of the pen and then pass only from my tormented hands to the dark drawer without seeing any eyes that can read the longed-for letters, fearful of being discovered by prying eyes...
I would really like to have a heart that was for the right and didn't want everything that it couldn't have even by fighting for an entire life, and that already knew the right path to follow; as you can see, I only desire the impossible, because something like this doesn't often happen to people's hearts...
I would really like to be able to use my head, o' heart of mine... I would really like you to keep quiet for a while, my dear, because sometimes only foolish things and sighs and chants come out of your sweet mouth, with nonsense and regrets steeped in pain.
As burning as it is senseless, still fresh as the vermilion of a wound from which the hard, mourned and harshly and uselessly built crust has been removed...
And I hate you, for this, fickle organ, for the thoughts that your hot and pulsating blood pushes to my head and leaves in circulation, like a beast chasing its own tail, desperately and without any restraint.
O 'shameless one, I would therefore like to be able to quieten you, and ignore your will which haunts me so much, poisoning all my other decisions on what to do when it comes to this.
Ergo, I wish very much, my bold one, my heart, that this desire of yours, too bold for your soul, for this world, could be suffocated like the forgotten poetry of distant and forbidden times since, oh daw hearth of mineth, out of sight, out of mind.
