Reluctant mind, to the troubled wind
blowing on the cool yellow and burnt,
arid as the hearts of those who do not know.

What I do not want do not understand,
intoxicated by your gaze,
the soul is burning between the styles lubricated.

Each sentence and my love of food,
slavery that feeds the
unbridled passion.

What you paint
is hyperbolic,
transformation chameleon,
to appease the jealousy
I axle moments.

Would you throw love
to empty my heart?
Life is a bitch
what you want today,
a better tomorrow.

I go on the platform
memory that awakened.

To find again the reason I will
your rage does not touch me,
chains of love are strong,
would like to break them,
but I love you, so do not ask love.

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