Perhaps, in life, nothing ever ends.
Every feeling that we’ve tried,
it does not cease to exist.
Maybe, we’ll never stop loving,
to whom we gave our heart.
they will never end.
In the end we find some substitutions,
or something better.
But in the heart, desire survives …
Maybe in life loves never end,
they remain within us
and will always be part of
of what they have made us become.
It never stops,
of wanting to see someone again,
to hope that we can forgive ourselves,
on such a distant day,
such as utopistic.