Naked felt like a fish in water,
dressing her was worse than shrouding her;
innocent and perverse as a world without gods,
happy and distributed like the bread of the poor.
I did not want to keep it, what would it have served
undo the suitcases of oblivion?
But I do not know what it was to have it right now
looking over my shoulder what I write.
I gave him my nights and my bread, my anguish, my laughter,
in exchange for his kisses and his haste;
with her I discovered that there are eternal loves
They last as long as a short winter.
I keep a carmine kiss that her lips left
printed on the sink mirror,
a yellow photo, a rusty heart,
and this thirst for those who long for the source of sin.
Before the decay of everyday life
I will end up sleeping in our bed,
pagan and arbitrary like a monday without class
He left at dawn, he did not want to belong to anyone.
I gave him my nights and my bread, my anguish, my laughter,
in exchange for his kisses and his haste;
with her I discovered that there are eternal loves
They last as long as a short winter.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)