I do not regret the things I have experienced,
the spilled dreams,
the nights of sweat...
Among so many things
that the road has taught me taught,
there is no more terrible sin
than not having felt love.
What is happening?
If I am still alive!
I still breathe!
How to surrender myself
again in every breath,
after you.
After you there is nothing,
there is nothing left,
nothing at all.
After you is oblivion,
a lost memory ,
nothing at all.
How will I fill
this empty space,
after you?
How will I live after you?
I will let time heal all the wounds
and even if I burn inside,
I know that I will be reborn.
When the sky cries
no one ever asks where it hurts, why it rains, why it stops raining. What is happening?
If I am still alive!
I still breathe!
How can I surrender myself
in each new breath,
after you?
After you there is nothing,
there is nothing left,
nothing at all.
After you is oblivion,
a memory lost,
nothing at all.
From time to time I am cold
and I ask my destiny
how to surrender myself
in each new breath,
then ©s of you.
How to live after you?

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