voice that is bitter and tired, believe my heart, believe my heart that is mountainous but broken, believe my hands that caress the stem , believe my eyes, believe that it is an ode.The temptation to fall in love , the inflammation of the moments, the longing to shout someones name with Saddam, your name, any name that is like a sonnet, what a romantic and tempting one, like a journey, like a homesickness, believe me, believe my name, I am the rainy season, I am an outcast, my garden and flowers and dew , the dry tree in my hand, believe me, always believe that I am sincere in love , believe my word. Ken that I will always love
