Infamia

To listen
while I read
People, who are brutal when they are relentless,
people, who are fierce when they do wrong,
looked to make puppets in their puppet show,
the image of your love and my hope...
What did your past matter to me...?
if your soul entered pure into a future.
Joyfully I opened my arms to your desire and with my love
we went, from clowns, to live.

It was useless to shout
that you wanted to be good.
It was stupid to howl
the promise of your redemption...
People are brutal
and always hate those who dream,
mocking and with laughter they derail
their best attempt...
Your story and my honor
stripped in the fair,
danced their dance of horror,
without compassion...

Your anguish understood that it was impossible,
to fight against people is infernal.
That's why you left me without saying it, love!...
and you went to finally sink into your destiny.
Your life since then was a suicide,
a whirlwind of horrors and alcohol.
Last night you killed yourself completely and my emotion
cries for you in your rest... Heart!

I wish that God
would shelter your dream.
Doll of love
that couldn't reach its illusion.
I wanted to do more
but it was only a longing.
May your soul forgive my life
its best effort.
In white when you die,
your hope will come,
dressed as a bride before God...
as you dreamed.