Now, under the spotlight of the climax of my poetry, the last act of the story, the story of a man who did not let go of his pride
, whatever it was, it was like a warm and bright lantern, it was like no one, it was like me,
because the bird, if I trembled in the rain, if I was afraid, I forgave you my fear, I saw my fall with my eyes, now I understand what a heartbreak,
this was my way, this was my way, this was my way, this was
my
way.A hundred sighs, if I drew a shadow, I didnt cut off a shadow,
if you kissed a hundred times, I kissed a thousand times, the wound of the
shirt was a gift from a friend, when I left, I never came back, this was my way, this was my way, this was my way, this was my way, I was
a good sleep, I was without a cage, I went with you, I went back with you, the dream of laughter, moment by moment, the last blood, the bottom of torture, this was all the dream of the homeland,
this was my job, this work. I was
in each other, I was on top of each other, but I was myself, I was together, I was on top of
each other, but I was myself,
I was the shadow, I was the dew, I was the balm for the wound of the flower, my job was to revisit
it, this was my way, this was my way, this was
my way, this was my way, this was my way,
a hundred sighs, if I drew a shadow, I did not cut off the head a hundred times, if you kissed me, I kissed a thousand times, the
wound of the shirt is a gift. Friend, when I was leaving, I never came back
, this was my way, this was my way,
this was my way, this was my way.
