It really hurts

When I see on the computer screen wearing sunglasses,
and you forget to say: "How do you do Mr.?"

Something sad happens.

It's true.

Our love flew away like the leaves of the trees fall down in Autumn
and they're pushed by the wind
musically speaking.

But it makes me mad all this mess
when you're trying to say to our children
that they should do this or that
to sit down in front of the computer.

I know that you're wounded
I know that I wasn't the perfect man
but I loved you as I can
and I still do it somehow

It could be an easier process if you share this emotional work with me.

It really hurts to be alone and not to have a land to come back
no Mother to kiss
or no children to take care of.

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