The Territory of Passion

Our world has become rough and brutal. We forgot all the tenderness and love. They closed the heart with a light movement, And passion is now the Queen of ice. And all the laws, norms and morality Suddenly, they are no longer so important. Who cares about someone's life? We created an alien world like a shadow. Anyone who dares to infiltrate To the territory that we call Passion, He doesn't even consider it necessary to go into it, The whole meaning of the feelings we live with. What is the difference between love and want? What's the difference: one or two? What is the difference between the ceiling and the floor? We go through life, rattling our experience. The territory of passion is quite ephemeral, Only the carnal desires she is the Queen, And there is no soul in it, though it is not bad, But in the souls of men it is eternally alive. So the mind loses in this war, After all, passion clouds the eye. And the way of life is only dreamed in a dream, And imperceptibly passes the entire fervor. Passion is part of us, mind you, She weaves her own pattern. It doesn't matter what you want in life, Passion will pass its sentence on you.