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[...] I do not like most; chin love him, but not: behold, I lied again: I love him, but with more shame with more sadness, I finally told the truth. That 's right: [...] love, however, but against ... [...] Francesco Petrarca

-Family (The ascent to Mount Ventoux).
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Hurt-Johnny Cash

Wounded

Today I hurt alone
To see if I was still able to hear
I focused on pain,
the only real thing, the needle makes a


hole the old familiar sting
which seeks to eliminate everything
but I remember everything,

What have I become?
my sweetest friend everyone I know

are left at the end

and you could have it all my empire
mud
leave you I'll
sick

I brought this crown of thorns
the chair of those who lie to me
full of broken thoughts
(that) I can not repair beneath the stains of

time

the feelings disappear you are someone else I am still


here What have I become?
my dearest friend

everyone I know have gone to the end

and you could have it all my empire of mud

'll take you down I will make you hurt


If I could start
a million miles from here,
controlling me, I would find a
so

Johnny Cash-Hurt (in Italian translation)
... you know, I know, not a piece of literature, but ... it is poetry