Not looking for love among the thistles, if it is between
thistles that you see me, looking
think that love is not lost for there
even through there is to be found.
if I'm among the thistles, my love, is to forget
and if you see me, think it's for you, for you absolutely
I seek only pain, only burdens,
to slowly kill my heart.
and if you see me fall, but if you see me on the floor,
not catch me, do not help me, nobody thinks
walks in the
thistles and love for the punishment of those who die resumes
elsewhere, certainly waiting for you.
then smiles even though you will find it difficult to
difficult it is for me to see you smile
is among the thistles that I leave when you know
briefly passing, so like
ires to pursue happiness without
me and I only a few more seconds, my angels have prepared.
Valter Hugo Mother
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