I cannot get over it
The burning place
The brutal axiom of my guts
Constantly trying to balance the pain brought by the extraction
It was a living organ
A place I fed and took care of
For so long
So long, so long
Living with it comes back as an expected impossibility
Despite all the efforts to pull it out
No bitterness
Just a constantly renewed stunning acknowledgment
I still cannot believe it
I still cannot understand it
The size of the mistake
The blindness
For so long
So long, so long
How did I remain there
In the asceticism of my choice
While so many signs could have been seen I had to run away?
I loved
Trust in what I carefully learned to call us
As some transparent leitmotiv
This us I gave a life to
For so long
So long, so long
Give it a life
A life to this us that was a void
Faith in the words
In the power of words
Trust in the power of words
I Loved
I know what I'm talking about
The level of the needs
The Love I needed is not there
I lost it
In the middle of gossip and envy
In the middle of lie and jealousy
I lost it in threats and betrayal
In the middle of power and sad passions
I lost it in the fog of outrageous storytellings
I lost it in the words
Exactly where I thought it could be found
At the same level of my needs
I lost my needs too
The only thing I keep is the single memory
Of the level of mediocrity
It is a knife
It was all about levels
This is where something went so wrong
Levels
I loved
I know what I'm talking about
The Love I needed to give is a clean and hard worker
The Love I needed to give is powerful and bright
The Love I needed to give is no cowardice neither falsehood
The Love I needed was demanding and sober
I loved
And this Love needed to be recognized
And this Love needed to be respected
And all this work
And all this time devoted to this love needed to be perceived
Quest of absolute in a world of small and selfish wishes
Absolute need to move away
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