WERTHER ALREADY KNEW
He opted to be happy forever
At high cold dawns they will
ultimately be of one another,
in fever in front of a fireplace.
He decided to be happy, in his
way, without even asking me
if I would forgive him...
They will be happy, finally!
He Left me in the past, into the drawer
where many others women live too.
On the last day of the year, I have discovered
that I was the intruder in that ironic history.
I have never existed in his life script.
Werther wrote his disillusion love
letters before me ... But...
He killed himself when discovered
that the poet soul is always empty,
independent of the century of
the desert we "survive".
Wherter already knew ...
So do not talk to me about the
happiness. I have Already picked
the portion that it was for me.
Leave me alone, I want the calmness.
He opted to be happy forever
At high cold dawns they will
ultimately be of one another,
in fever in front of a fireplace.
He decided to be happy, in his
way, without even asking me
if I would forgive him...
They will be happy, finally!
He Left me in the past, into the drawer
where many others women live too.
On the last day of the year, I have discovered
that I was the intruder in that ironic history.
I have never existed in his life script.
Werther wrote his disillusion love
letters before me ... But...
He killed himself when discovered
that the poet soul is always empty,
independent of the century of
the desert we "survive".
Wherter already knew ...
So do not talk to me about the
happiness. I have Already picked
the portion that it was for me.
Leave me alone, I want the calmness.