Post by Esther Paisante on Apr 11, 2005 6:43:47 GMT -5
I despised love
Again
And this time is stronger
The sorrow shakes me, disarms, runs over.
The memories cropping out.
In the chest, the pain is bleeding.
In the eyes, the silent weeping rolling
And a no ending abyss sucks me, snatches me
Oh such sadness!
Sorrow of what I was and what we were
Sorrow of what I did and what we did
Sorrow of rightly done things (few)
Sorrow even of the mistakes (too many).
Uncontrollably sorrow: of the songs, books, little objects…
The aged pictures
The repressed voice on the phone: - I’m alive, however, I steel uncomfortable
And irremediably lost.
The sorrow, in a brutal explosion
Makes me groan of pain,
Weep of love.
Makes me scream.
Sorrow of much witch is lost in time,
Of few that I had left
Sorrow of my love!
Love that I once despised.
Again
And this time is stronger
The sorrow shakes me, disarms, runs over.
The memories cropping out.
In the chest, the pain is bleeding.
In the eyes, the silent weeping rolling
And a no ending abyss sucks me, snatches me
Oh such sadness!
Sorrow of what I was and what we were
Sorrow of what I did and what we did
Sorrow of rightly done things (few)
Sorrow even of the mistakes (too many).
Uncontrollably sorrow: of the songs, books, little objects…
The aged pictures
The repressed voice on the phone: - I’m alive, however, I steel uncomfortable
And irremediably lost.
The sorrow, in a brutal explosion
Makes me groan of pain,
Weep of love.
Makes me scream.
Sorrow of much witch is lost in time,
Of few that I had left
Sorrow of my love!
Love that I once despised.