that book
that destroys you
which was your ground,
your air
and your life
which was earth,
heaven
and hell
who burned
and tortured you,
but who cared for
and calmed you
those words
that made you think
and reflect looking at the ceiling
for hours and hours
who made you cry
and changed you
because now there is only an after
nothing is so beautiful,
so intense
and so calm
nothing is in the right measure
of mystery,
adventure,
passion,
of feelings
nothing is enough,
perfect enough
after that book
all that is left is
what now?
so what's going to be
the next adventure,
when nothing seems enough?
- an addict in romance
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encore en vie
Poesíathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
