so busy without its purpose
not saving the humanity
but busy as bees can be
business and love don´t comply
the first one is boring and kills love skills
or destroys poetry
the second gives us life
and never gets away even in moments of work display
thinking of you remains may most enjoyable task
but how can you devine my thought is constantly with you
so very fast?
you should have felt my skin but lovers always need a touch
a kiss, an embrasse, or words of hope and faith
well, I never lost my faith on you
on us, on these days of disgrace, but I can´t get rid
of these administrative days that absorve my time, my soul
my veins
please, God, let me fly away, let me tell him how hardly I miss him
how hardly I search in vain for a single word that put me in a boat
on a river, till a cascade where we can dive togheter,
hands in hands
till the reverse of this world of pain!
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