quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 1998

My troubled mind

When the heart gets hurt

Over and over and over again,

A question crosses my troubled mind:

If the heart gets used to this pain!

When people say with conviction

That their feelings won’t be hurt,

No more, no more for that…

New situation… brings dissolution.

Don’t be sad, it’s nature

There’s no medicine, there’s no cure

Hope for the best, take all as a gift

The rest will come…

… Will come for itself.