60 Mins

I don't want to be sad, it's like mourning, I usually die 60 times a minute, Always heartbroken, Time withers in my soul this flower of mourning. And I don't want to be sad, I know the mud, Before I die I want to dance my last tango, I am a poet who lives from her verses curse I was born sick ,I have been so long ago that I write that I do not remember,I live in summer my soul lives in winter, my ego in the fire of my notebook. I've already learned not to torture myself for being different,There is still ink left in this pen with which you wrote Makes My Soul Suffer, And I still haven't learned the paths of the labyrinth of my heart I've wasted my time, I've forgotten the crying, I've felt the wind taking my life I've cured the pain, I've flown slowly, I've cried so much that I'm alone. The virgin's cloak was prayed I have prayed that I will forgive my sins, I don't pray to God but I've kissed my rosary, I already touched the bottom, that run is over, You're welcome when my heart sends me, It beats under the heart that lays down the memories and Feelings I don't know where to start over because I don't have time All those good times that won't come back And another shot of tequila for the tears of blood that I'm crying for my bad choices for the people I miss and my soul hurts not being able to look at them If I went blind was to never see you again, I'm more afraid of life than death, There's a fine thread between loving you and thinking to you,I don't remember the trick I learned to forget you. And I've already lost heaven and won hell I still have time to write my last letter I can't say goodbye ...I have lost the fear and I have gained more than a kilo so sweet that I need to continue living ,I live the life aimlessly, but quiet My verses travel the world.