Il dolore ti ha fatta bella. Ma di quella bellezza che troppi uomini, anche quando possono averla per sé soltanto, poi vogliono distruggere. I tuoi trascorsi ti hanno lasciato qualcosa addosso, un odore che attira pessime persone. Cosa c'è in te che spinge un uomo a farti del male? Perché nasce questo desiderio dentro di noi? Forse perché non riusciamo ad averti completamente, perché anche quando ti concedi totalmente in qualche modo resti in parte irraggiungibile? Sei tu che ti mantieni lontana? O siamo noi che non riusciamo a trovare la via per raggiungerti?
Sorrow made you beautiful. But of that beauty which so many men, also when they can have it just for themselves, they want to destroy. Your past record left something on to you, a smell which attracts awful people. What is it in you that pushes a man to hurt you? Why does this desire born in us? Maybe because we are not able to have you completely, because also when you concede yourself totally you remain in some way unreachable? Are you that keep yourself away? Or are we not able to find the way to reach you?
Sorrow made you beautiful. But of that beauty which so many men, also when they can have it just for themselves, they want to destroy. Your past record left something on to you, a smell which attracts awful people. What is it in you that pushes a man to hurt you? Why does this desire born in us? Maybe because we are not able to have you completely, because also when you concede yourself totally you remain in some way unreachable? Are you that keep yourself away? Or are we not able to find the way to reach you?
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