I have felt the desire

in my own skin;

but i still have felt the pain,

with more intensity,

in my own skin

in my own bones

in my own heart.

I have felt

how the desire became coldly cutting,

and how in every movement

in every breath

in every thought

a cruel thorn was crossing my heart.

I have known the desire,

i have known the pain,

but i never have found myself

with the sweet tenders,

with the sweet words,

with the sweet silence

which comes from love.