Children born from wrong marriages, their true place is in nothingness.Their existence in this world is a mistake and random.
I miss my children, you and I, that they are in nothingness now because we separated.
I will marry someone I do not love, and then what? If I have children, I will not truly feel they are my children.
My children are with you only; they are imprisoned in eternal nothingness.
We have parted.
How can I accept losing the love of my life?
The reason that made me feel alive If my dream of being with you came true, I would have said farewell to imagination and parted with it,Because I embrace it only when I long for you,
To see in imagination a dream beyond reach.
I want nothing from love but its beginning, and I desire nothing as much as I desire to be relieved from some pain at the end Because there is no total relief. No matter how fine things seem, there is eternal pain that will cling to me as long as I live.
I used to think illusion was a wing protecting me from the frost of reality,But it turned out to be a soft chain, pulling me into an unseen abyss.
Illusion does not save…It only postpones the fall, making the impact more painful.
Dreams deceived me when they dressed in hope,I did not know that mirages resemble water in the eye, not in the hand.
I clung to illusion like a frightened child…And I forgot that falseness cannot feed a heart starving for truth.
He knew that the path was broken,And that no appointment awaited me at its end,Yet still,
I linger long on the thresholds of longing,Afraid that his shadow will pass while I am absent…
And whenever I doze from waiting,The shadow passes,Quickly, lightly, without looking back,As if fate deliberately chooses himWhen I am gone.
And when I open my eyes…He has already drifted away,And I have no power to catch up,As if the distance between him and meIs me.
Do you knowThe pain of waking after an irreparable loss?When you open your eyes to the crumbs of a dream we stitched together,Then morning slaps you with reality…As if the night was lying,As if sleep does not know how to forget.
Every morning is the first tomorrow of our separation,Every dawn reminds me of his departure,As if I am living it for the first time,Stunned at not believing,And in pain for believing everything.
This sick society…That sees every attempt to return as weakness,Every pursuit of love as humiliation,Every sanctification of emotions as naivety.
They do not see how much courage it takesTo gather your scattered pieces,To let go of your pride,To beg yes, beg for a chance,A glimmer of hope… even if false.
But, who are you after all this?In their eyes:A wretch.You have no dignity.Annoying, clingy, unworthy of respect.
Even the one you loved with all purity,And saw as a beloved… might diminish your worth,Because they do not see value in abundance,Value for them exists only in scarcity.
And you?You who gave your love abundantly…What do you expect, my heart?
I am speaking to you…What are you waiting for, "me"?What are you waiting for with this tired soul?Do you not realize it will be wounded by a world like this?
A world that does not know how to judge,Does not know how to be fair,And does not know how to weigh hearts.