"Stop suffering,
Stop loving,
Stop understanding,
Just stop.
My melancholy hurts,
it drive me crazy,
I don't know what to do,
Close your eyes and lose my light"
"Para de sufrir,
para de amar,
para de entender,
tan solo detente.
Me duele mi melancolía,
Me vuelve loco,
No se que hacer,
Cierra tus ojos y pierde mi luz "
YOU ARE READING
Peace lies in its hatred
PoetryA book full of poetry murdered by the public, written by a ghost and proclaimed by a bohemian. Un libro lleno de poesía asesinada por el publico, escrito por un fantasma y proclamada por un bohemio.
