YOU HURT MY LOVE The day you hurt my love I though I was born again Because the reality woke me up.
I was caught up very well In one of your snares And I was next to madness, That kind of madness Which never knocks at the door But goes directly into house And slams you down To the ground.
I clung desperately to something.
It was an eye book.
I took the eye and I crushed it Like I crushed a walnut To eat its content.
I read it very quickly.
It was like a breathing space.
Another day I realized The meaning of our love.
It was involuntary, It was unconscious, It was hypocritical, And it was demagogy.
And this is why It could not fulfill its destiny, Then I opened my eyes And I did not save this love once again.
I let it to die.
INTER-TWILIGHT LOVE I suppose I love you twice And I realize I hate you once.
Even I'm not sure That I am really capable to hate you.
But you can make me oscillate, Day by day, Between hatred and The feeling of love Until it will be almost impossible To keep this feeling alive.
It is because This breakable mechanism called love, Which normally starts from the souls, Didn't start within us from place But from another secret space Of our being.
You see, our feeling consists, In fact, Completely of passion And voluptuousness.
So, if our love couldn't really start, How can we finish something We didn't start? In fact, Our feeling has two faces Which are hatred and passion, But,confusingly as usual, We try to call it love-woman And love-man.
In order to facilitate this meeting.
We need A lot of sap...
The sap of...
sex The sap of...
reason The sap of...
introspection And the sap of...
lie.
So,we can say that You, woman- love-man, Moreover, inter-twilight love, You have the fault For not being existent.
I 'm not guilty as a woman And you're not guilty as a man When The sap of..
...
goodness The sap of..
..
..
trustworthiness The sap of..
..
..
knowledge And the sap of..
...
faithfulness Cannot flow To the leaves of our souls.
More especially,we can say that Our son Who waits to be born Can be found guilty.
We can say it, But who will believe this?
I was caught up very well In one of your snares And I was next to madness, That kind of madness Which never knocks at the door But goes directly into house And slams you down To the ground.
I clung desperately to something.
It was an eye book.
I took the eye and I crushed it Like I crushed a walnut To eat its content.
I read it very quickly.
It was like a breathing space.
Another day I realized The meaning of our love.
It was involuntary, It was unconscious, It was hypocritical, And it was demagogy.
And this is why It could not fulfill its destiny, Then I opened my eyes And I did not save this love once again.
I let it to die.
INTER-TWILIGHT LOVE I suppose I love you twice And I realize I hate you once.
Even I'm not sure That I am really capable to hate you.
But you can make me oscillate, Day by day, Between hatred and The feeling of love Until it will be almost impossible To keep this feeling alive.
It is because This breakable mechanism called love, Which normally starts from the souls, Didn't start within us from place But from another secret space Of our being.
You see, our feeling consists, In fact, Completely of passion And voluptuousness.
So, if our love couldn't really start, How can we finish something We didn't start? In fact, Our feeling has two faces Which are hatred and passion, But,confusingly as usual, We try to call it love-woman And love-man.
In order to facilitate this meeting.
We need A lot of sap...
The sap of...
sex The sap of...
reason The sap of...
introspection And the sap of...
lie.
So,we can say that You, woman- love-man, Moreover, inter-twilight love, You have the fault For not being existent.
I 'm not guilty as a woman And you're not guilty as a man When The sap of..
...
goodness The sap of..
..
..
trustworthiness The sap of..
..
..
knowledge And the sap of..
...
faithfulness Cannot flow To the leaves of our souls.
More especially,we can say that Our son Who waits to be born Can be found guilty.
We can say it, But who will believe this?
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