We were two people in love,
one with the petals of a rose other with thorn beneath.
One craving self-love from inside,
the other craving beauty from it.
I share my thoughts with nature,
I don’t want to be in love!
Says my heart and my burned fantasies.
My fairytale is buried inside my garden,
feeding my plants everything they need.
Where am I gone I don’t see myself,
is it the suffering or too much penalty.
Inside me is a hurricane, that I could control,
here I am smiling to please the world.
Where would I go when I couldn’t stand myself,
choosing between me and people, I couldn’t be the lover.
We were two people in love with different creatures,
So I let things be in the bridge.
From where I begin, from where you end,
in the middle of the land connecting you and me.