The sighing girl,

smiles melancholically, thinks the illusion
of that unconscious love.

About the little girl that she was...

About the trembling of her first joys.

The decision of her adolescent heart.

A sudden flash brings back
her thoughts into the dark room,
full of ungiven caresses
and unspoken words
from her inexperienced half.

That grown woman
who once frolicked for love;
now she wants to dance on the tables,
healing her soul full of thorns.