Wet eyes
which don’t cry from happiness
bitter lips which always say
cruel words
A life in a frame
a photo
two souls in one body
My God, what irony
how does it end ingloriously
this story
why, why, why, why
I tremble to let your hand
I tremble, how am I going to live away from you
I tremble, I don’t want to love again
I tremble (I’m afraid of) the day that is coming
and which body will embrace me
which other love will tear me to pieces
A heart how can stop beating