I no longer know what to believe, the good thing hurts piercing my chest and the heat of the forbidden comforts me

I’ve died a thousand times and I’ve lived only once

I don't remember the laughter, only the crying, the jumping of wild horses

go through obstacles and obstacles

I wonder why

we are born and die

why the beating of our heart is not to deliver it to someone like her

if you saw her, if you stopped to look her in the eye

you would caress the soft hair of the hope of a light among so much darkness

fast as time I tear my chains in anger

and I run into your arms

to your delicate hands to hold me

as I look up at the sky and take one last sigh.