I give you the last autumn apple in the world - and its juices, and sunsets, and its sugar.
Deep in my soul, I hugged you, like a fragile vase. not to hide you from the world, but if I can from your fears, to protect you. I know. You are not afraid of being alone. But see from sincerity, from shared caress. And out of love... And that's why you choose to live in sin. You put on your soul - a rough mask. You replace love with lust. You invite all the devils and demons to visit. You even joke with the Lord and say: "The apple? I'll steal it. I'll take it" No, I won't... I'll give it to you. Beautiful, juicy, desired by a hundred. With the only hope that there is ardor in it, To warm your soul, from this long hundred-year winter. Let life flow in the veins. May love flow in your veins too. Take my last apple! The divine fruit! Live in love. Even if it's not with me.