Alma
Simone
Soul
Some souls have
Secret pains
Doors wide open
Always for pain
Some souls have
Judgment and desires
Some kindness
And some love
Some souls have
Empty spaces
Wandering loves
Remnants of emotion
Some souls have
The craziest joy
That is almost agony
Almost a profession
My soul has
A dark-skinned body
Not always serene
Not always an explosion
Happy is this soul
That lives with me
That goes where I go
My heart
