Cortázar said:
"Words are never enough when what needs to be said overflows the soul"
And now I found myself asking
How do you know that I want you?
There are no words, if this cup has been spilling for a long time
How you'll know that I need you?
Insomnia is common in times of plentiful thoughts
I think I'm sick
Sick of loves ...
If I concile the dream, you do not escape either
I'm sick
Sick of loves
Give me rest
Hold my hand
Walk with me
Let's tread the same earth
And I will be free of this agony
I'll look at your black eyes
You'll see mine
For this moment
My ineffable girl
You'll know what I feel
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