(Courtesy of
elaccitano ) 
Like da chestnut brown
my heart is pain and suffering.
The tree has a time for flowers, my heart
bears fruit all year round.
its roots in your deception
branches grow ever larger, and only
apprehension and fears that once was so many birds.
much thirst seat in this foliage impure song
much shrouded in their nest;
and cut short on sour grapes, how sweet.
When you think of the days abolished
my heart is overwhelmed with bitterness
loaded with forbidden fruit.
yours By knowing the glass they drank ,
a June afternoon broke it.
earth drank the water, clean and sad, and now you
thirst had not.
Maybe your good morning
and drink without looking, and drank.
Or maybe the glass that you offered
break the other hands, not mine.
Like the night they wake up and look around
prepared water,
longs for you and not hear my voice.
Put your heart today warning: do not deny
love your thirst
the same one who poured sip.
I will make you happy. You will suffer much
you put me to the sadness. Mal
contrast, your balance starts caressing
worth less than the tears.
How are you going to enrich and
how you're going to embarrass your poverty, you learn
are alone, what beauty
is the bitter side of the charm.
To be as happy as I have been,
kisses the thorn, the rose trembles,
blessed with the wounded lip,
against anything.
I played my whole. I have already lost.
See if my revenge is generous.
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