And why is there so much silence? Not much is changing between us. This love is different. Not easy, immodest and innocent. And why so much silence?
It's better to say that I have a heart of stone.
That I change, like fashion, woman, happiness,
like water...
Every tear and memory of my baptism,
ashy fog, snow on the top of the mountains,
tropical rain, ice on the bottom of the glasses
and my golden sweat when we make love,
tomorrow may be a cloud, a river, eternal white,
storm, dew, watercolor...
Every night of ours until we lose our breath,
looks in love
and the meeting of lips,
penetration of souls, your promises and my golden sweat,
when we love each other, they may be different tomorrow.
New, crazy. It's gone, gone, forgotten...
And what's so much silence about?
In such silence it will sound bad: to goodbye.
I don't beg, I don't cry. I love,
Different every day.

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