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Because we are so used to pretending

to be someone else

that when a heart is sincere,

the world runs away.

Yes darling,

sometimes I seem crazy

and it’s because I give in totally

with every atom of myself.

As with you… a mistake.

A mistake that I would make again,

but now I don’t want to

because you cannot see what goes beyond your pleasures,

and baby, I like people who are real.

Was a misunderstanding to believe in your beyond,

you reminded me that there are people who are experts

in creating false realities that they just pretend,

enjoying the power of feeling others melting

in their sweet bitter glibness

falling like lava

from the mountain of a volcano.

You persuaded me with your deception,

you did it very well,

sometimes I still feel wrapped

in your body, your eyes, your chest and your breath.

I was distrustful from the beginning,

I had been for a long time

protecting my heart from phonies

and closing my soul.

I was not looking for anything,

but it was you who sought to hug me

spitting out for no reason

stupid sweet love words

and then everything fucked up.

You are a child,

You are a child —

handsome French illusionist boy

who was just drunk and everything forgot.

The one who plays with fire burns.

You played with what ignites

the forest of my soul,

and then was when everything fucked up.

There was no need,

I also like to eat finite tasting desserts

that will never come back.

1.90 cm tall, T-shirt and jean pants.

We met in a tacky club —

what can I expect from that?

Playing with the gaze and dancing all night,

I was a girl too —

a naive old silly girl

who pretended to find love in a college dorm.

You ate my lotus flower

in a little blue messy room.

I remember your eyes

looking up from below.

Yes, I acted like a lunatic

and it’s because I swore just to give myself

to those who know to recognize

the treasures that are around.

You played with what is most precious to me,

and that’s something I can’t allow.

You swore it to your mother —

god, how far can you fall.

Now I understood everything,

so far I recognize the signs,

and yes, do you remember?

you never got to your final aim.

I will not look for you again —

not that anymore.

The good thing about not seeing you again

is that as more time goes by,

it takes with it the memory

of that dying fantasy night.