I dreamt you again, looking through the opaque glass window.
I used all the words to conquer, I spent all in love and didn't reserve anything for the pain.
You never told me you were difficult, you never said I'd lose.
Finish me because I can't stand the agony... Finish your mission once and for all.
Tell my parents that I did it alone, this madness won; Tell the mirror that you will believe your lies, that you did it by compassion.
Before cremating me, make sure you give me the shot of grace; I do not want to have to die for lack of air, the lack of love seems quite enough.
What happened to your naked body? Pale, tall, almost perfect, never said goodbye to me, the most enamored of the graveyard.
What will become of my ashes?
Poor soul that must breathe me, I wish her lucky, because my love will not end even in hell.
What will become of you? Sooner or later, you'll miss me.
DBCI
Noviembre 9 de 2018.
