Aime

Memory of our
Engagement
In battle
Memory of words
Flow of size!
A fire of faults
Memories of May's emotions
That agitated
All the grounds and
Supporting the world to love
With the strength of our wrists of love

Love
All the pains are the same
When you love
From the same to the bleak
Love the dregs, the non-love
What's better when you bleed
I love, the I's of love
Whether it rains or comes

Memory of Palermo
That rise
In the sky
Memory of a sun
A single being
Penetrates me
Under reflex, I lay bare
I am overexposed
Nothing of me
Poses more than to the unknown
I ask him if love is tender