Category : Poems

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How was my life before to meet you?  

I think not as empty as now.

How did my eyes see the world 
Before to see you?  

I think it was less poor
 Than it became after you left.

  We are like mountains, 
Pride does not let us move.

We are like two rocks 
On the water's edge,

 One at the other end.  

How is my life after you left?  

Like a volcano that erupted,
 It burns inside, it still burns over it.  

How I see the world after I saw you?

Like an open wound 
After a complicated heart operation. 

 I can go back to where I came from, 
And pretend that nothing is unchanged.

But it is an act that I no longer want to play,
 That makes me bleeding inside my weakness.