Text original - Anglès - Hot blood

I felt the freshet of the hot blood in my hands. I breathed deep and I tried to control the hurried beets of my heart. In front of me I saw a corpse, the corpse of the person I loved more than my own life. I looked around me, but I couldn’t see a clear sign, only the leaf of autumn every ware. Certainly I felt the kisses, his touches every ware on my body. Than came strong screaming