[lyrics by eduardo]
in the nails with which you crucified me,
i no longer hang a thing. alone...
it would be better, if you had changed into the bronze mirror
that encloses my blurred reflection in a unique compatibility.
i do not leave you alone by the scent of my opportune passage,
which would come to you... lonely, in life's conceded death!
the brilliant and fused foresight in which i had you.
you're delaying your appearance.
so i suspect you've forgotten the thousand ways
by which you would burn to me.
you're late...
static night-light of tormented plasma that steals your pulse.
inviting, the frozen eyelids burn. dark... |