I write, I live, I pray.
The tone turns sour; the heavy silence takes flight like an eagle.
The last caress, the last slow gesture leaves me.
The memory becomes unbearable,
Life becomes unmanageable.
Everything has gone up in smoke, everything has disappeared, nothing is left,
you have gone away.
Pity, pity,
I can’t stop thinking,
Everything would have been better if you had continued to exist.
It’s time to turn the page,
Time to forget the rage.
The silence of the storm
has taken away the hope that was nearby.
You haunt me even as I get older.
The sound of your echo leaves a void.
I let all these wrinkles
overtake me, to be intrepid.
The silence invites me to resilience,
The latency makes me understand the absence.
You have to leave your vices behind to move forward.
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The walk is beautiful, but the ground is slippery, impossible to dance.
The waltz is beautiful, and the path is smooth, I am no longer tied to my past.
To run far from you,
To fly far away,
I prefer to die than to continue in your arms.
The nightingale sings this morning,
The birds want the breadcrumbs.
I remember your body,
From my desires I painted myself,
Your nudity with every hug,
The vice with every impulse,
My heart will not see you tomorrow.
Sometimes, you have to step back and see your weaknesses.
Everything does not reside in the fulfillment of your desires full of boldness.
Happiness resides in control and as long as I have not taken over, I prefer to get rid of the leash.
Goodbye to you who reads me,
Goodbye to the one who will read.
The world has given me a second chance,
I don’t want to give in to your curves during this last dance.
Stay strong,
Forget your wrongs.
I move away for the better,
I step aside to give you more softness.
I say goodbye to my vices, the time for separation has arrived.
