And sensitive natural breath of love.
I believed that love was the meaning of every word impossible.
I really believed that love was the blood of the sun into the sun.
Now I know the truth.
The cruelty of truths:
- Love is impossible.
It's a real deadly poison arrow.
The black in my eyes is so absolute,
So deep and so endless
That looks forward without finding a place where I can stay.
Now I see the dark light.
I see the shadows of light inside the dark light inside of me.
But now I know the truth:
- Love is impossible...
(I wrote your name on my wrists, sweet pain.
The frigidity of the words rip through my body,
It hurts the mind and blinds my eyes.)
Inspirado e retirado em: Peixoto, Luís (2002), "Um Casa na Escuridão".
P.S. Obrigado JLP pelas tuas magníficas palavras...
