Do you know?

Do you?

You never asked me what I wanted to answer.

You have not given my soul a chance to tell you everything it knew and it wanted to tell you about myself.

We always talked about adorned nothings, wonderful frustrations that find their road in meaningless and pointless words.

But what I wanted to say, what I could say so to caress your insides as I did always do in my thinking, at the outside, always remained untold.

And I'm afraid it will remain untold forever ... because you really know, actually ...

Do you know? Do you?