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Love game"I like you" you said
"I want to meet you" you said.
Other words you said
They seemed to be unreal.
They seemes to be a lie.
Your presence in my life was like a miracle.
You were perfect to me.
A simple illusion
You loving me.
A simple desire.
You keep telling me nice words.
And me, like a fool, I believed.
And while you playing with my silly heart
I was falling slowly in love with you.
Then u told me those words.
You brake all my dreams , all my desires, all my illusions.
And only then you realized what have you meant to me.
But don`t waste your breath telling me you are sorry,
Because I don`t believe you anymore.
You just forgot to tell me, you were playing.
You never meant those words.
But those, are now skars on my heart.
And never will be cured.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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