Adam's sin

Was it Adam's sin

Or the taste of the apple

Or fate

That removed the curtain

To be a woman

Does not choose and is not chosen

Some love is madness

And some of it is dazzle

And all the nonsense is my confusion

And people are cities of rubies of secrets

Alone I celebrate glory

I do not break nor rivers

My return is an iron frenzy that does not disappear

My heart is like ice

Addicted to its fire

And the caravans of my passion do not collapse

That promise is a lie

That saying is a lie

That woman is a fleeting second

May collapse

Return to the hills of glory, passion, the happiest love, my lyre