POESIA & BELEZA

My beautiful love
My dear love
My tear
I carry you in me like a wounded bird ...
repeating after me the words that I braided

that cry in the night our hearts to unison ...
what to sobbing for air guitar

There is no love which can not be bruised
There is no love which can not be faded ...
There is no love that does not live with tears

- Louis Aragon -