Je suis divisé (2).

I'm divided

because the other being

it makes me fall

with his pride and my agony.

I'm divided

he shows me

the raw and cruel

of life this one.

He is not bad

but it's as if he brought

rebellion and evil

a pure slope.

He has lived

as nobody wants to do it,

with bumps and "noise"

that nobody wants in their ear.

He does not want illusions,

nor deep desamors

but how shall I tell you

"You are my dream in heaps"?

I do not want to tell

I'm starting

between two loves,

soft and hostile.