Infamia

People, who are brutal when they rage,
people, who are fierce when they do wrong,
sought to make puppets in their puppet show,
the image of your love and my hope...
What did I care about your past...?
if your soul entered purely into a future.
Fortunate I opened my arms to your eagerness and with my love
we went out, as clowns, to live.

It was useless to shout
that you wanted to be good.
It was stupid to howl
the promise of your redemption...
People are brutal
and always hate the one who dreams,
they mock him and with laughter
their best attempt...
Your story and my honor
naked at the fair,
danced their dance of horror,
without compassion...

Your anguish understood that it was impossible,
to fight against people is hellish.
That's why you left me without saying it, love!....
and you went to sink at last in your destiny.
Your life from then on was a suicide,
a maelstrom of horrors and alcohol.
Last night you killed yourself already completely and my emotion
mourns you in your rest... Heart!

I wish God
to protect your dream.
doll of love
that could not reach its illusion.
I wanted to do more
but it was only a longing.
May your soul forgive my life
its best effort.
In white when I die,
your hope will come,
dressed as a bride before God...
as she dreamed.