In the astonishment of my eyes , the pain of disbelief is the cold season of our love, the color of gray, the pain that I suffer, if you dragged my mountain, bit by bit, it would drip drop, it
could be destroyed by your hand, my idol would be destroyed, the yellow chapter of my stories, it would be the afternoon of summer, the story of the certainty of love , you were in my office, you were in the mirror of poetry, you were the form of my belief,
I went from my optimism to destruction, I saw you a moment close, a moment away, burning with the fever of disbelief . My body is my share of you is the drip of melting the
last lie I heard from you It was you who came to the desolation from you from the fever of disbelief my body is my
share of you is the drip of melting from the fever of disbelief is my body is my
share of you is the dripping of melting from the fever of disbelief
