There was
this girl once.
Time is
definitive , once.
The girl was
definitive, this.
Only the
place was abstract, there.
She was,
but now she is not.
Probably she
never were
But now I know
definitively
The only certainty
was the girl part
But now I doubt
even that
maybe she was just a dream
or a need, so real,
maybe the girl was not.
To love
another
Is a mental
think
You never know
if love is real.
Unless is validated,
by the other
and time makes it certain.
Time is a
god
With his divine
power
Determines.
She was,
now she is
not.
As if,
never was love.
As if, there was no girl.
There was this
girl
There was
this need to be loved
And there
was time to determine
the true
story.
now what, says the man
only I, says Time.
love says nothing.
The girl is there, no more.
(Είναι η πρώτη μου απόπειρα για ποίηση σε άλλη γλώσσα, επηρεασμένος από την λογική της Eurovision, έχω μούσι και αφού δεν δείχνω και πολύ άσχημος σε φορέματα, είπα να το δοκιμάσω)
