Revolución

I was tracing your skin
writing my future,
I scribbled
on my blank notebook raw,
and the revolution
that brought us the raw danger.
These are the phases of love: the confusion of the senses.

Someone tell me if this is love,
what's gripping my stomach.
Something screams revolution from deep in my gut.
Something screams if I hear her voice, and the blood in revolution.
A new attack on the heart.

Destruction echoes where there was only silence,
it's the phases of love: the destruction of the elements.

Someone tell me if this is love,
what's gripping my stomach.
Something screams revolution from deep in my gut.
Something screams if I hear her voice, and the blood in revolution.
A new attack on the heart.

You blew up my heart inflamed by the revolution.
From the intra-exterior space comes the new attack of love.
Our hearts are lifted by the insurgents and the rebellion.
The elevator takes us to the fourth or fifth dimension.
Like an intra-exterior flu and the cells in revolution.
Something screams if I hear her voice ...