some churches have bones,
and a graveyard for all the prayers
god didn't answer

here, silence echoes
the vibratos
of distant forests,
its longing.

I didn't understand that
avoiding the truth was lying
until I told you everything
I opened my heart and
you poured yourself into me
Keep going love
Pour, pour, pour

Every feeling is a  complete existence in itself,
Endowed with an infinity of nuances,
In a fractal chaos of symbiosis,
More than a harmony,
A fusion of all,
In the same duration.
That intensity shared,
Inseparable in the uniqueness,
That ephemeral eternity,
Before forgetting itself.

I've sold my soul to you this month
thinking all the past will be forgot,
instead I've found myself with tears on cheeks
and you looking like a fool at me.