O support of my fatigue, the blood of my veins, the refuge of my lonely body, how strange they are without you, my hands, O your name, like the clear spring of the garden of my poetry, full of flowers from you, to remain the heritage of spring , with the glory that you have, me and you, our shadows, far from this crowded city, when I feel with me, dying
falsely, a cage, a cage with a bird, I
dont want to take a feather, I wish I could die in your hands, my poem is a story of pain .The bitter homesickness of a dead man without a body here is too cold for me, it is too cold for me and you are our shadows away from this crowded city, you are with me when I feel that you are dying a lie, the moment of the
last flight to liberation , what is your voice!
Your hustle and bustle when I feel with me Death is a lie, stay with me, you are always found, a new chapter, let your love make a new world for me,
me and you are our shadows, far from this crowded city, when I feel with me, death is a lie, stay with me, you are always found, a new chapter , let your love create a new world for me.
