It is love more confusing than the soul,
it entangles you like a poisonous spider,
you blink a moment ...
but you already fell in the hole of your misfortune,
where what remains is to keep falling,
No escape, no route, no destination.
I
Men are destined to fail in front of women,
they control us with our eyes,
abuse our virtue,
and they prepare us for death,
unquestionable.
II
Exuberant beings of calculating reason,
they, lost of true logic,
walking alone,
praying for a gift of involved and latent feelings.
What blasphemy!
Moliendocafe
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