Who said that home is where the heart is? I don't remember anymore.
Maybe because I lost my home, after losing my heart. However
I met you after all, I noticed a new pulse. As if my arrival was
In a nest, after a dragged flight with no destination. I'm
No Ulysses Guimarães. Not good with words, 'cause
I've never hunted clouds and doubt one day I'll
Hunt storms. Lost like a grain of sand,
I was just one in the middle of
Hundreds of millions.
I did not belong to
Any desert, or
Any beach.
Belong not
Even to
Myself.
Now
I am
Only
You.
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!
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