spilling crimson says....Behind the dry beating the watch,
behind this smile at half mast and colorless,
friends behind and smoke contre
behind the mirror and the shadows these tu ...
Behind the footsteps of those who come and go,
behind a reverse gear ahead of schedule,
behind every picture of his face and his cross,
behind the prison of my night these tu ...
And more than a thousand times I tell myself that I must follow and live
and as much as I curse your name I can not get rid of you
Why are you in the songs
in the seams of my body
in colors, in other lips
and other kisses, poems
I remember that you're not in the silences of the night crying in my loneliness.
In the morning, your smell always naked
the windows closed at this heart
in these wings, which no longer fly to the south behind everything
behind nothing more .... your
Behind every corner of this cold and big city
behind the phone that he forgot to talk
storm behind the calm and quiet
behind other gestures and other voices of these your
Behind every embrace that awakens my skin
behind every letter I wrote and burn
behind the black sky, blue sea and white winter
behind every day and every night there you are ...
And more than a thousand times I tell myself that I must follow and live
and as much as I curse your name I can not get rid of you
Why are you in the songs
in the seams of my body
in colors, in other lips
and other kisses, poems
I remember that you're not in the silences of the night crying in my loneliness.
In the morning, your smell always naked
the windows closed at this heart
in these wings, which no longer fly to the south behind everything
behind nothing more .... your
Behind every .. there is nothing ..... only you
only you ..... only you.
