In the forms of existences,
You entered to my life,
The love a resource against all loneliness,
Leaving just one fantasy,
And it leaves me with nothing to gain,
Something that we can not explain,
So much illusion to love,
And out of nowhere he leaves,
Someday I will learn to love these wounds,
That I leave this illusion,
Deep in the heart,
And to have again hope to love.
By Leonardo Blanco (
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