I know it's a little difficult
to talk to you guys
away from the noise
and burn away your torments
and for the first time don't look for love
difficult poems that tease the heart.
For you who don't respect me
and what I say doesn't affect you,
I don't have many more things to tell you
than what I've said ,
I will continue to sing the things of life,
and if I made a mistake, goodbye, it's not over for you.
But for you who have always chosen me
as a saint and a murderer
I would like you to believe me,
to keep me ever closer.
The things of life make poets cry
but if you don't stop them immediately they become secrets.
The things in life make poets cry
but if you don't stop them immediately they become secrets,
even for you, even for us

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