Not simple
Love can not be treated simply,
cause love its revolution.
It’s the revolution of a soul that’s tired to be lonely.
A soul that wants to be free with a companion.
It’s the magic that moves the entire world.
So, how come you treat love like a simple thing?
Love is a fight, a war, between what you are and what the world wants you to be.
Love it’s the most lovely way of being in the center field, but still aware that imperfection is also beauty.
Say love it’s simple, then you’re wrong.
Cause everybody it’s a constellation, an entire universe in just one mind, so how you say that it’s simple.
Simple are flowers, the sky and the clouds. Simple are words.
Love in the other hand, that... that It’s more, much, much more.
(2015)
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