I couldnt build a palace, its windows were blue, I
couldnt build a palace, its windows were blue, it was
me and it was there, and it was a moonlit night, it
couldnt stay somewhere and in the end, it
couldnt be my own, I didnt even remember it once, the month and my birthday
didnt beg me anymore, I didnt go on the journey of
my poetry except for him, it left on every crazy person, it
didnt work, I didnt go to his arms and pick anemones,
not that I didnt want to go and see
the flowers.It wasnt possible for everyone to pray that it would always be him, someone said to me that he dreamed
that he said that he would love him
, but it didnt happen, but it didnt happen, I sent him a clear and pleasant message, I sent him a clear and pleasant
moment, come on, kill me
again, dont break me, I havent seen this broken china
anywhere in the world, I
havent seen anywhere in the world, what a clear eye,
I didnt believe it, I dont give a hair to a hundred seas
, I didnt ask for a single strand of hair, he didnt say I wont give you the world
, hes right. Whatever he says, he is right, whatever he says, where I am and how to
listen to him,
he said to stick to life,
in short, it was not the end, we should smell the rose,
he said to go so that we can maintain our honor well, it
was not possible to achieve impossible dreams once
, there is a memory left for me with a basket of
fruits, I am here to achieve my dreams for once, the
past of our work
is too late, by God.
He didnt swear that this desert would be cloudy in time, it wouldnt rain, it wouldnt be the
mirror itself, it wouldnt come and catch the candlestick, it
couldnt sprinkle me under the feet of the perfume of roses, he
couldnt answer me,
he even told me, it
wasnt bad, I love you, he told
me, he
couldnt pass me once, he
couldnt pass over the poets
, he couldnt do something
to know that my lover was
on fire, and he
didnt look at me once, he
didnt say yes, he
couldnt talk once.I dont want to go to heaven one night, I cant go to heaven, I cant do it once, I dont
get a good omen
, I dont die for it a thousand times a day, I
cant go
,
I cant remember,
but
maybe it can be
prayed in my name,
I wont hide it from you too much, I have said
something that will come today,
but it hasnt come yet, the
story is ending,
like all stories,
just pray for me
first, God later. Your
story is ending,
like all stories
, just pray to
God first, then you.
