O Enterrado Vivo

It's always in the past that orgasm,
it's always in the present that double,
it's always in the future that panic.

It's always in my chest that claw.
It's always in my boredom that wave.
It's always in my sleep that war.

It's always in my deal the broad breach.
Always in my firm the old fury.
Always in the same mistake another portrait.

It's always in my jumps the limit.
It's always on my lips the stamp.
It's always in my no that trauma.

Always in my love the night breaks.
Always inside me my enemy.
And always in my always the same absence.