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When you look into my eyes
I melt in syllables. I barely learn to write L-O-V-E... My hand trembles on the paper I drop the pencil... My hand hardly moves the curls tangle: Oh, Lord! My lips tremble... I recognize the letters! I recognize the sounds! I recognize the meaning! but I can`t speak When you look into my eyes. When you look into my eyes, when you look into my eyes, I melt in sounds, and I receive their winter, my soul tears apart on seconds, on each second. When you look into my eyes the sounds hurt of silence and you don`t open when I knock: Knock! Knock! when you look into my eyes, I hit myself against the walls of sounds, choked behind the lips, I hit myself against their walls and, I want to untie my soul in the larder closed in the body because a blizzard is raging with the snowflakes, in winter... when you look into my eyes, you don`t see me and I try to write you a note but I don`t know sentences... I only know this: L-O-V-E
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