Donde A Donde

From where to where
love that dies goes,
where does the pain go,
that forgets to feel
Where is it,
where does it hide.

It will take...
Just take a moment
of sweat and breath
There will be...
There will be tender accents
that a skin in dreams needs.

And it will be a horizontal delirium
A hidden way to escape.

Where, to where...

I will clean...
I will only clean the excess
of sweat and breath.
I will play...
I will play the exact silence,
that condenses your voice in my fingers.

It will be my oriental refuge.
One more form to complete.