I’m to old so, I don ‘t believe in love .
Who, will come find me in the way I am ?
She is alone on her own in this journy of love .
When you don’t have a heart ,what you really do ?
Even the time is running out of breath in the night .
I don’t believe it~ perhaps or maybe, it is the same for me ?
Life it is like a menu you look for it and when you have find it you taste it,
if it taste bad or good you still have to eat it~ that’s the rule of a menu !
Women wait for a man’s love like a pet because they are fragile !
Without dreams are my heart and soul, what to do ?.,
- A. A. Popovici,
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