What remains of our Loves
It's the regret we have for the days
When we didn't make love
Where the looks, the silences
Are the most intense words
The true meaning
Who drowns if we dance
By imagining ourselves falling
What's left of our souls
It's the lurking promise
Of yet another chance
Even if the world outside
Goes out and then falls asleep
Heartless hugging
I feel the flight of our fears
When our two brush against each other hearts
And our resurrected skins...
What remains of our loves
It is the sacred door of days
That there we close by letting
Love die
But I don't care about falling
I will throw myself whole
Towards what vibrates in me
And what remains of my Loves
The courage I had there
To open my arms wider
And live even for a few hours
As we sometimes dream of
Only in secret
As only a child believes
In the story of this King...

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