The Time.

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Time passes and scrolls through the winds,
I look at your absence whistling,
I'm not afraid of losing you anymore,
And yet I have nothing to gain.
And in those years past, exploded,
Always, by your side.
I lied to hope for you.
Hope for better,
Pure man perhaps with a big heart.
What do you want, I've veiled my face?
Ah, that damn time that's taking us down!
Makes me understand in darkness,
The extent of our fear,
And in silence, a little fragile, absence...
My soul is crying.

And it's the emptiness, it's the emptiness that keeps me going.
In your promises gone too far,
My body is surely dead,
Since I don't feel anything anymore.
Except perhaps, a simple and slight disarray,
Hanging from the ropes of our root trees.
When our elders fight in a duel,
For the little that remains of our union,
Our silences pass, eternal
And decimate us without forgiveness.
You scream, I scream at this brotherly instinct,
To your insanity, to your joys or sorrows,
But our remission is of absence.
And our tears, not very nice.

Sadness is ours.
And this depression will be waiting for us,
Until we know,
Remember that somewhere, sometimes,
A cruel symbiosis, far astray,
In the blue, the clouds of our sky.
Continue to last.

Because, I love you.
I believe it, I have to.
I say it, I know it,
I see it.

Be careful and don't fall under that weight.
In the uncertainty, the bitterness of love.
Sometimes the burden is heavy.

So look, look at the horizon.
Mountain slopes and the airs of Forgiveness.
Fixed, fixed the Seas,
Oceans, Cemeteries,
Be aware of the weather.
Clocks,
That binds us.
Watches
That's cutting us.
Seconds,
That's knocking us out.
In silence, always.

We lack far too much audacity!
And this time is running out,
Scrolling through the winds,
Again, it's passing.
And I look at your absence whistling,
I'm not afraid of losing you,
I have nothing to gain.
I've always lied to hope for you.
Hope for better,
Pure man perhaps with a big heart.
What do you want, I've veiled my face?
This time that slowly overwhelms us,
Makes me understand in darkness,
The extent of our fear,
And in silence, a little fragile, absence,
My soul is crying.
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