Pigmalión

I forged you with my blooming dreams,
maybe I was wrong,
but that's love...
I shouldn't have believed you and I did,
the empty mask,
empty heart... Are you crying?
Pity of tears, without pain,
given in exchange for this love,
this desperate love
and mistaken like me.
Old repeated story
of youthful dreams...
At what moment did you come to life
from the box of chisels
that made me fall?
Dry ice
of your love that burned me;
useless verse, hollow fruit,
you were an echo without a past,
old repeated story
of Pygmalion's love...
I don't know if it was chance or what it was,
what's certain is that I loved you
and so love was born...