Love kills, I heard there.
Love kills me, I said the heart.
Love kills us, I told him,
Frightened by what he felt.
Love killed me, I whispered in his ear.
Me too, I whisper back.
give me a kiss, maybe two. We
committing murder, he muttered between kisses. We
here, you murmur with a smile.
Love kills me.
La vida me mata.
thoughts kill me.
air kills me.
All kills me.
But you never murder me, whispering in your ear.
You never bruise me, I whisper back.
Never.
Never, gossip both innocence.
An eternity seemed to fall on our bodies.
Two eternities, rather.
A sigh came from your lips,
A sigh boring into mine.
I murdered, I whispered between sobs. The
I know, you answer.
you hurt me, and saying that I'm drowning in tears dry
.
You start by saying I swore ....
I know, you answer.
Love kills me, I said at the time my heart.
Love kills, I hear you say as you walk.
love will kill you, I swear to heaven while escaping.
Love ...
Actually my life is useless. I plead guilty to exist, but most of all, I plead guilty to exist without living. I am a part of the heap, a particle in that great mass called society. I am what is called "hot seats", "wasted space" or "a human being."
What separates us from the rest? What makes us special? Nothing, because as humans we are mature from birth to death, Unamuno says his grace as a poet. I wish that another human being, more competent and intelligent than me, had lived in the place I stand now.
But the bias does not exist, neither natural selection nor the destination, even a simple excuse to not feel so empty and guilty. There is only God's providence, "Is it God who put us here? I pray that we be.
