And so it started
One, two, three, four fights
The room getting smaller
The walls embracing us
It gets hard to look at you
But walls are closing around us
And now, me, you, face to face
Want to beat you
To scream at you
To hit you
To turn back on you
And leave
But I can’t
There’s no space
The walls reached us
So close that I hear your breath
I can smell your sweat
And it makes me want to hurt you
Even more
But I can’t
The more the walls close by
The more I love you.
quem é o autor?
e nome em inglês?
que cultizinho de jornalismo