I carry some marks on the body
That remind me of the falls of inafancy.
The marks I see are nothing,
Compared to the scars left by many memories.
They are printed where feelings reside.
The heart does not lie,
And in the mind, every moment was kept.
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoésieI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
