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Masochistic Mourning
I never uttered anything. And I have never been understood Watching black color From every corner Always silent, settled… Only you can be colored more warmly with her Drowned in my own cry outs of life, When I am mourning after your longing! Black color Is watching me on and on Like the lemur. And I have never told anything To black color! And I never understood How, How Could you love me so, Lemur, Watching me with so much sense! Have you ever believed my pagan love Whimpering of masochism? Have you ever?! And I have never uttered anything, To the lemur! And I have never been understood When, When Will I ever be able not to watch you anymore, Lemur!
Toate drumurile duc în acelasi loc. Dar alege calea ta, si urmeaz-o până la capăt. Nu încerca să parcurgi toate cărările... |
