Gris

Your loves, your fears, and your thirst
that takes me in a short ghostly step

the moments and resentments I left
explanation, that, stealthily, I will keep silent.

So flew games of chance.

One afternoon, some tears of faith
a forbidden caress in the mortal.

The closer you felt my affection
I poisoned you with moments of love.

So departed games of chance.

I don't need to see you cry to know
that I was never going
to love you.
I stay silent, please
to see your suffering drives the
splinters of pain.
You will return to see me again
you will return
to see me again
always without thinking.

So departed games of chance.

Gray tears cry on cold summer afternoons.

I don't need to see you cry to know that I was never
going to love you
I stay silent, please
to see your suffering
drives the splinters of pain.
You will return to see me again
you will return
to see me again
always without thinking.