TALKING ABOUT LOVE.
Talking about love is easy, I'm not mistaken,
Tenderness done in flowers, moons, dreams...
Touching the heart to plan...
In happier days, laughing.
To speak of the immense love and a liar
In the farce that make up with skill,
My verse foolish and sticky
Shamelessly expound on the table...
My children, my house, this disease
I corrodes slowly consumes me.
To speak of love magic, convince
And kill the illusion, the thirst and hunger...
While I'm slowly dying,
Conjugate the verb to love again...
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