They had lost control/ Habían perdido el control/ Avevano perso il controllo/ Sie hatten die Kontrolle verloren
His pride and haughtiness were killing him. Damien no longer felt like his own. He wondered who was going to keep him warm on these cold nights. Out with fervour, welcome cheek. Restlessness in his heart, for Marta indifferent, had been his absolute responsibility. He missed her skin. He made excuses to see her, but she just wanted to be his friend and it was no longer a secret. He forgot to bring her breakfast in bed, forgot how to caress her soul. She wondered if another man took her place. His mouth sought a kiss she was unwilling to give. They had lost control, many exhausted years without loving words were the trigger for a cruel future. They no longer stole kisses, he didn't sing in her ear and there were butterflies with broken wings. Damien had broken her heart. It was a system problem and she said "good-bye". One day he stole her soul like a criminal and she didn't deny it. She had the feeling that she was alone, she never meant to hurt him. It seemed that...