Together with the cigarette,we think of you every night.It burns, tears in my eyes.I smoke the pain of your absenceI smoke because I’m going mad.The cigarette burns, faithful darlingThe sweet mystic gifts death. (secret)And I go on,smoking, smoking...I thinkAnd both of us for youhave run out of patience.
When you left you didn’t look back. I seemed like a coin of little worth to you. But people aren’t objects and money, my soul, They are life itself, they are so much...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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