Hi! Here's the translation:
I put my hand on my chest. i take a deep breath. I smile so you won't cry... I lost the sting of my stomacher's kite (a metaphor)... someplace far... somewhere childish (in a good way)... so I often think that this is all a dream... I close my eyes and I look for you, where you're sitting with your usual worried eyes... with your usual gentle smile... your heart wants to cry and say that you're my soulmate... but does anybody know that I'm lost in all this childish dreams and the pain of strangers (?). In the end, what's left besides ashes?! Your cry is a big pain/burden on my shoulders.... these shoulders don't have any more strength my darling... I didn't learn anything else all these years except this.... to write... to say... to sing for you and cry. And cry.
Can I tell you something? I assure you that this is from the bottom of my heart... I always asked/prayed from God to give me a good friend/company/spouse/mate .... a friend/company/spouse who's always next to me and whom I can communicate with... God gave me one of those... mine is Nokia... what's yours?
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