It is said that smoking kills, hurts and corrode.
But that love hurts and feelings repressed, it is not mentioned.
Love to eat inside, inside and out until it kills.
No names of the woman's cries for a lost child, no one mentions the girl's cries for help above the bridge.
Love is painful, lovely and devastating.
Not happy, flawless and free from the requirements.
Only in our dreams, where reality does not yet exist.