A woman has been lost
know delirium and dust,
this beautiful madness has been lost,
his brief waist below me.
It has lost my way of loving,
My footprint has been lost in its sea.
I see a light that hesitates
and promises to leave us in the dark.
I see a dog barking at the moon
with another figure that remembers me.
I see more: I see that he did not find me.
I see more: I see that it was lost.
Cowardice is a matter
of men, not lovers.
Cowardly loves do not reach love,
or stories, they stay there.
Neither the memory can save them,
nor the best speaker to conjugate.
An unnamable woman
flees like a seagull
and I quickly dry my boots,
I blaspheme a note and turn off the clock.
Be careful with love,
I can sing your song.
A woman with a hat,
like a picture of old Chagall,
Corrupting to the center of fear
and I, who am not good, started to cry.
But then he cried for me,
and now I cry to see her die.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)