Wiles of wanting
Love, the old artifice of wanting,
exploding into a million pieces
who wants by taking seconds?
in the entire being the same time
calming and on torture
Won by this insane anxieties
I was conscious that I am nothing,
given the hindsight of tyrant,
my life gradually crumbles.
I wait after the rain calm
that can to bring me any peace,
but when life and the time progresses,
do I feel, in fact, an incompetent?
and let myself away by torrent.
Tied to my feet, steady stream...
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