El mar de la melancolía.
1.927 / 5.000 Mentally locked up prisoner as physically a whirlwind of feelings that I still don't know how to describe, absent from that problem, now, absent from every time I loved her, far from the hands that caressed me until I slept deeply, absent from the lips that kissed my spirit which sailed in peace, forgotten from those eyes that looked at me so much, that cried so much for me, from which I reflected my entire life, missing, missing you even after more than 3 winters, my foolish mind can't confirm what has already been done, the nightmare already fulfilled, I still remember those moments in which I thought about this situation, in which it would never happen but like the light at the end of the tunnel we had to arrive, the wind took away everything for which I fought, for which I stayed up all night for you to be happy, now you are happy, now I am unhappy living sobriety and I are fighting, we hate each other, although sometimes I adore her, sometimes I love...