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Downhill

If I dragged through this world
the shame of having been
and the pain of no longer being.
Under the wing of the hat
how many times, veiled,
a tear appeared
I couldn't contain...
If I crossed the paths
like a pariah that destiny
insisted on undoing;
if I was weak, if I was blind,
I just want them to understand today
the value that represents
the courage to love.

It was, for me, life itself,
like a spring sun,
my hope and my passion.
I knew that in the world there was no room
for all the humble joy
of my poor heart.
Now, downhill in my journey,
the past illusions
I can't tear them away.
I dream of the past I long for,
the old time I cry for
and that will never return.

To follow in its footsteps
I drank tirelessly
from my cup of pain,
but no one understood
that, if I gave everything
with each turn I left
pieces of my heart.
Now, sad, on the slope,
lonely and already defeated
I want to confess:
if that mouth lied
about the love it offered me,
for those bewitching eyes
I would have always given more.