Inside her
still resonates the slam
of the one who left because he didn't know how to stay.
And it's that she's that,
a whole chaos of options,
a whole world of questions.
If the words are carried away by the wind,
by her bed, every night, it are raised by a hurricane.
She gives up
occasionally, yes,
but I've seen her fight like nobody else.
She has that very authentic
way of being wild
that every time she open her mouth
someone gets hurt.
So equilibrist by the thread of love, sometimes,
so sure to fall, many others.
Has blindly loved those who were afraid of the light
and despite that she keeps shining when she laughs.