Love discovered on the bottom of an injured soul.
Heart that starts beating again.
You get up from your knees.
In my clenched fist I keep what I've been looking for so long.
At last I begin to live.
I need to acquire strength.
I'm still weak.
Someone strokes my hand.
I open my fist.
There's nothing inside.
It looked so beautiful.
I cheated myself again.
I spit at my own face.
