Don’t hate me

 

Too tired to think

Maybe I was on the point of getting my head round to it

I can’t speak anymore

Maybe that’s because I have nothing to say

 

Don’t hate me

 

What a lot in my hands

In this inexplicable tangle of intentions

I endure with most effort

The yesterday’s horrendous and groundless charges of yours

 

Don’t hate me

 

Sometimes

The most important thing

Is to see ourselves more beautiful

Sufficiently

To feel the world is near

And is not perfect

 

Bewitching insight

The night has in store precious advice

I cannot tame anymore

The instincts frustrated by some uncertain logic

 

Don’t hate me

 

Sometimes

The most important thing

Is to see ourselves more beautiful

Sufficiently

To feel the world is near

And is not perfect