The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Quixote.

In a house of memories
Repressing emotions,
As I remember past experiences,
Those connections...

And I keep thinking about whether there is a possibility that one day I will revive,
Wondering if the cyclical universes will give me another chance,
If the universe is an infinite cycle, will I relive infinite times? And if I do, does it mean that I can be with you, be in love, infinite times?
I want to achieve peace someday, but I'd rather never achieve it if I can be with you.

I always see you as Quixote sees Dulcinea,
But you are not like the real Dulcinea,
You make the vision that Quixote had of Dulcinea but in reality,
Maybe I'm too late to think about this morality...

Because windmills are my problems,
And the magician who makes them disappear is my mind,
The books are my poems,
And the Christian of that time my bound, my lost round.

Because I want a life with you,
And magic is science that we do not understand,
I want to find the formula to kiss your mouth,
I want to be a piece of you and your land, and then, rest in peace.

Butterflies flowed in my stomach,
And now it's the anxiety that drinking coffee gives me,
I need time, I need to know that I can be your match, one day,
But dancing doesn't give me life and makes me lose lives.

It's always dead until you come back to life,
It will never be read if there is a lack of wife,
But what is a wife without chains?
What kind of person wants a life chained to another?

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