I asked my mother about love.
she told me that it was delivered to God.
Not to feel alone, that to be alone was better.
That to live on an illusion.
I asked an artist of the love at first sight.
She said that was an error.
In life one must be more realistic.


Now that I don’t have you
I think about all the time lost.
That I lost, with you.
Because of my blindness.
I did not listen,
I launched myself in a vacuum by love.
All they told me, all they warn me.
That roses have thorns.

I asked a man of love and he told me,
That to ignore it was better.
That I was young ,
The money should be more important
than thousand loves
I asked an elder
Of love
Told me "my daughter,
love is like a crystal.

Now that I don’t have you
I think about all the time lost.
That I lost, with you.
Because of my blindness.
I did not listen,
I launched myself in a vacuum by love.
All they told me, all they warn me.
That roses have thorns.

I asked my father, of love, and the innocence,
of faith, the patience?
He said
daughter is always better, to ignore the heart"
"Pay attention to your conscience"
I asked my mother of the love that she had.
she said that were fantasies

Now that I don’t have you
I think about all the time lost.
That I lost, with you.
Because of my blindness.
I did not listen,
I launched myself in a vacuum by love.
All they told me, all they warn me.
That roses have thorns.