Sea into the calm, the fury contained until to rage
Desert stayed with the only bloom bloodstained
Crying, looking for reasons in the mess
Hurtling to the wind the last doubt rakes
What immense pain?
What deep deception?
What so banal care?
What cruel decision and superficial poem?
It is not your blame to grow around the stones
Where feelings die to the hug of a simple touch
You have enough; vanity of love is not yours
She did not want to wait, lost the faith and sank the thorns
Now, you left the open wine
He drank of the glass that you served,
He enjoys the sensibility cultivated in your time
She accepts the defeat without any remorse
She calls love to a disguised pleasure
She writes her pain and he waits something more
Which is your price? Sweetie...
For somebody like you, is it very high?
Yes, a lot of glory for somebody daring
An enjoyment for an intense heart
Forget it, so, why?
Why the nullity?
Why the false harmony?
Why the violent reaction in the tart?
Why continues raining hard?
a rain that breaks my heart
Still is raining hard
Still is raining in my heart
Juan
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