If my heart was a river, it would bear no scars, it would embrace the rocks, turn, roll and explode in a joyful laughter disipated in white foam.
If my heart was a river, it would bear no scars when the curious child sent that flat-rounded stone skipping over the surface, leaving ever growing rings, soon to be hidden in the memory of its flow.
If my heart was a river, it would bear no scars, when my love dipped her feet in its waters to cool her day, or when she raised her voice to stop its flow, or when she mixed her tears with my waves.
But my heart is not a river, it bears scars as if it was wearing the fingerprints of life.
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Today, I can't report how Jan is doing because I didn't get to see her. Sorry if you feel dissapointed, I feel cheated too.
FC
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Fede, you are a poet! You inspire me - I want to write music to the words you wrote.
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