The Great Pain Of Things That Will Happen
The great pain of things that will happen
turned into the most exquisite pleasure
when among a thousand photos that were displayed,
I had the grace and fortune of seeing you.
The kisses and the loving that was loved
recklessly from yours and my desire
flowering once again, will shine
in the misty light of daybreak.
The blessed past which was so cruel
and joyful today presents itself as tender
and makes my voice resonate again.
To exalt the resurrected love
that feeds on memory images,
changes the horror into sweetness.
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