Dies of love who is not forgiven.

Dies of love who is condemned without guilt.

Dies of love who, in love, takes off the blindfold and discovers the realities.

Dies of love who is silenced not to say what he feels for the one he loves, who is not listened to.

Dies of love, the one who leans on a heart that only seeks his own, his personal good.

Dies of love when he is rejected for any reason.

Love is pain and I do not conceive why it has to be so painful.

The one who loves the most is the one who remains suffering, the other renews his life, heals and continues on his way, the other stagnates, is extinguished, is extinguished.

Dies of love who knows that they lie, deceive but has no choice but to believe in order to continue breathing.

No matter how much self-love you have, love will always end up hurting you deep inside and who you thought was your angel becomes your executioner.

Dies of love, the one who sees his loved one leaving, the one who sees him leave and is left without his half, who sees him go away with everything he gave him leaving his hands empty.

Dies of love to whom you always say NO! Poop! It hurts deep. He dies of love who bombs himself to mitigate the pain of loss.

It dies slowly, as it walks, releasing the pieces, hardening like rock until it becomes inert, dry, at once fragile and light, waiting to be blown by the wind.

I love you. Thank you for watching my video and accompanying me in this cold winter.