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Heart, an explosion of feelings
 That breaks every cell.  
Sometimes becomes so big
 That I have the impression will lose the control.  

The heart, sometimes feels tired,
 That I do not know how long it will be alive.
 Sometimes likes to control, 
Sometimes is controlled by the brain.  

The heart, the space where love belongs,
 The engine of life that spins to the end. 
 Heart, the red color that paints my body 
Inside, floods over me.  

Heart, it exists in every body, 
But only a few use it. 
 Heart, where a lot of people, 
Holding like as prisoners. 

Heart, blood, heart.
  Sometimes it hurts, like a bullet stuck.  
You already know 
That only love completes our hearts.