Clementina Bertea, Poet

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Ice flowers are the words you say I take them, with sadness, in my heart you are the winter wind that leaves me scars, I ask myself, what happened to our love? My tears fall on my cheeks white with fear, with my lips, trembling, I ask for your clemency, you lose control, you forget that I am a creature, you do not listen to me, you continue your violence. Raise your hand..., I beg you for mercy it seems that an iceberg wants to embrace me, your gaze, cold expresses so much aggression, on my body, fragile, the traces of dehumanizing bloom... Life is lost in a jealous love, dreams and desires stop on the imprints of your hand, in my gaze, dull, our affectionate past is read. Once you loved me why now this anti-Christian act? Only the sky, witness, cries out the pain, of a woman in love with her executioner, the soul looks at the wounded body with such horror the right to life has been stolen from her by evil events. Flowers of ice are the words you said, I took them, with sadness, in my heart. You were the winter wind, that left me without affection, I can no longer ask, what happened to our love...

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