Hastío

Like a fan of peacocks
In the blue garden of your loss
With trembling musical anxieties
Weariness appears in your eyes

Your past loves want
To disturb you
And they can steal the divine
Thought of adoring you

You want to suffer
And relive your sleepless nights
Or is it killing your love
Little by little the pain and jealousy

You have lost faith
And become fearful and cowardly
Weariness is a peacock
That gets bored of light in the evening

If it once appeared
May it not dare
To stain the emerald of your eyes
My life