Category : Poems

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In what part of your soul did you lock me up? 

 You often tell me that you like me,

 But I want to go beyond the words

 I've heard from other mouths so many times,

 That I don't know if it can be true, false or a joke.
  In which part of the earth can we hide,

 To be able to live in harmony, 

Because so far there has been war, 

Smoke and thousands of stones

 Hitting my smiling.
  In which part of my hand

 Can you feel my warm hand?

  Even if I still don't touch you, 

Even if I don't talk about it with you,

About my fears that keep me at your feet,

 Close to hell - so far from my fears.