Conditioned happiness - Poems of the heart

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*** There are people who fight for love,
there are others who, to get a love, fight too much,
there is also the one who loves without fighting,
and the one who struggles without loving ... ***

So many losers,
none without being able to win,
all empty,
all full,
when sadness carcomesus skins,
when the hands are cut with more than paper,
when consciousness is lost and lost,
for taste and mediocrity.

Then we fall into a purgatory,
where love perishes with time;
and we do not find light,
we do not find life,
because we just do not fit,
and we will not.