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Before the hidden sadness of the evening
the silent melancholy cries,
so my heart burns with pain
exhausted from so many outrages
I thirst for your kisses
those that taste like honey.
My lips are like these verses
that caress you and make your skin bristle.
In time we'll be darkness and oblivion
Souls wandering in every nightfall.
As I have never suffered before
Your love is my suffering.
My sorrows have black stars
Only your soul can see them,
I need all the I love yous
that you couldn't give me back.
Behind that silent sea
My greatest longing hides.
Dark days without dawn
You are my torment and my sleeplessness.
In my rose garden
a lily has been born,
they are one of those beautiful things
like the woman who seduces and chains me.