What I never told you,
what my heart vibrated,
what my soul suffered…
what you will never know…

What I will always carry inside,
that maybe it seemed like a lament,
and that not even far,
it was not the most beautiful encounter…

What I remember, what I forget,
what I hide, what I find,
what I felt and now I do not feel…
all or part of a story…

What love does not tell,
what I will take in fragments,
they are the shatters of this heart,
that only knew the suffering…

What I never tell you…