Water
With a thoughtless gesture, no ground to dig
Heat
Without embers or a fireplace, no tree to cut
Easy, trivial without sorrow
Childish, everyone has their share of pain

But all the pains, all the hatreds
Wherever they come from
What are they for?
All the pains, the dormant cracks

Oh all the pains, all the same
Eternal
What do they rhyme with?
Everything that bleeds, our tiny agonies

Games
On a flat screen, virtual and colorful
Better
Money, sugar, and Christmas at all hours
Minefield, we dodge until the day
When everything collapses, fragile, it's your turn, your turn

But all the pains, all the hatreds
Wherever they come from
What are they for?
All the pains, our dormant cracks

Oh all the pains, all the same
Eternal
What do they rhyme with?
Everything that bleeds, these tiny agonies

But all these pains, these gangrenes
Heavy, ancient
That bleed in our hearts
Do they give value to our peace?

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