How many times do you believe
That can I survive
Without you?
I let my soul
Among your hands
How if I were the same
As an earthenware
In the hands of a potter
Because I believed that you
Was my goodness
And for this I let my soul
Among your hands
And was so
How began my romance
With your eyes and lips
And with your twin chest
Like twin mountains
That elevated into heavens
Make me feel loss
How many times do you believe
That I can survive without you?
Because if I don’t have you
I will be so empty and sad
And I’m going to let my mind
Into death
Because my life was ever
Among your hands
How if I ware the same
That an earthenware
In the hands of a potter.
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