Belle

Beautiful
Drying up the inkwells
By writing to you so much
Beautiful
Unable to find a single word
To express it
Letting the birds fly
The tenors of the bars
Angering your reflection in the water
For being just an echo
Beautiful
Like a rock, an ocean, a shard of crystal
Splashing leaden savior
The hatred and evil
Giving the blues to the mirror
To the photos in the drawers
Beautiful
Stirring emotions
In the concrete cities

Beautiful
Not daring to speak to her
Not daring to approach her
As if it were a mortal sin
To approach such beauty
But she doesn't see me
Yet I already know
That it's her
That it's me
Beautiful
Tell me how
To finally make her see me
If she has to leave
I will die

Beautiful
Beautiful screaming at all the brushes
Wanting to draw
With watercolors
Your infinite beauty
Letting me despair
Not being able to say
What your beauty looks like
Without betraying it a little
Beautiful
Beautiful able to touch the bodies of tyrants and executioners
To chase away our demons, our fears
To burn the flags
Beautiful
Imposing silence
On the parents, on the drums
Giving hope
To the loveless

Beautiful
Not daring to speak to her
Not daring to approach her
As if it were a mortal sin
To approach such beauty
But she doesn't see me
Yet I already know
That it's her
That it's me
Beautiful
Tell me how
To finally make her see me
If she has to leave
I will die

Yes, I will die