Ten Miedo de Mi

Today, as I carry the taste of defeat in my mouth
make sure to have a friend at hand
who takes care of your forehead and your voice
and takes care of you, for you and your clothes
and keep your thoughts attentive
and your friend close by.

The importance of seeing you
biting your lips with worry
is as necessary today as always seeing you
as walking behind you with my head in imagination
because you know, and if you don't know, it doesn't matter
I know what I feel, I know what they cut after a few lips
those red and sharp lips
and those fists that tremble with anger when you're happy
that tremble with death if someone gets close to you.

Today, make sure that window facing the street
in your room is closed
so that I may not be the night wind
measuring and running over your skin with my breath
and even caressing you and letting you sleep
and entering your chest and coming out again
and you breathe of me
or turn into a star and embrace you with my rays
all because you don't pay me a little attention
be afraid of May and be afraid of me
because tired of seeing you, I might embrace you to possess you and tear off your clothes and kiss your feet
and call you my goddess and not be able to look at you directly
and tell you crying afterwards:
Please be afraid of me, tremble a lot with fear, woman, because it can't be...