For a lifetime

I want to love me want? If for LIfe! ... And it was I who asked, always dreaming of a thorn, nearly always a doubt, always imagining wounds. Would I want to love me want? If for LIfe! ... Evening, morning, evening, mornings and mediodias; in the balcony, on the street, in the dream, at the vigil, always, always asking, heart, if I querias, and suddenly, not as, without a precise reason, my voice bitter and tired was falling asleep, and on cay my soul Fresh rains and fine which was crystallizing in thin snow and cold. And do not ask more, heart if I wanted. Now are you who complains Asker and who susupira Would I want to love me want? I say with dolida voice ... and I in the same way I responded with you, hiding your true underneath lies, Far away and you say: -- If, for LIfe !....