Stunned and overwhelmed by the doubt of jealousy, things look grim, in the bar, to a bohemian without faith. Hes a nervous wreck and crying hopelessly like a crazy man tormented by the trauma that occurred. Hes always accompanied by the best of friends that tell him, youve had enough to drink, nothing is remedied with tears, nothing is remedied with wine, on the contrary, your heart will remember her even more ; one night, in his insanity, he bit into the wineglass and he made an edge so rigid that it shredded his mouth, and his blood flowed, mixing with the wine, and his scream shook everyone in the Bar. Dont worry, my friends, he said If I destroy my mouth. Dont worry. Its just that I want to, with the edge of this cup, erase the memory of a treasonous kiss that she gave me. Bar tender! Serve me in the broken cup. Serve me! To take away this fever of obsession. Bar tender! Serve me in the broken cup. I want to bleed out, drop by drop, the poison of her love. Bar tender! Serve me in the broken cup. Serve me! I want to get rid of this fever of obsession. Bar tender! Serve me in the broken cup. I want to bleed out, drop by drop, hahahaha, the poison of her love. ~Translated By Servorum Dei
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 14:44:07 +0000
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