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.

Certain wishes,

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.

Hope in the end

it may well survive.

It never stops,

of wanting to see someone again,

to hope that we can forgive ourselves,

on such a distant day,

such as utopistic.