You, you say we're the saddest kids.
I would write the saddest poem,
So you do not forget how sad we are,
How miserable our lives are.
My love, how to be more sad without you?
I will tell you:
I will get drunk in my poetry,
I will cry over those poems that have not been written.
I will walk on fire, I will walk through the books that tell our story.
I will embrace the photos we took in Venice.
I will drink tears that I know to pain,
I will kiss your silhouette drawn by my hands.
I will project in my body when we made love in France.
