It seemed so easy to live,
it was neither more nor less than a game,
almost like playing ludo
which required you to arrive first.
It was about feasting,
eating hungry enemies...
and that's how by playing I learned to be an opponent
ready to attack,
the edge of a saber
standing in the air,
the beast in the angel
who fights
melee, melee,
melee
against love, against hate and also against you,
against life, death and also against me.
Discovered love later,
it was not mine It's about playing with fire,
I aim at you with my heart,
you shoot with ice bullets.
Passion is a fierce kiss
between the flesh and the skeleton ...
and this is how love taught me
to be an opponent
ready to attack...
And the final stretch is close,
no It was more than just playing for time
avoiding looking back
and treading very firmly on the ground,
waiting to see the face
of the lady of the last duel...
and that's how I stopped killing,
from being an opponent
ready to attack...

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