Álibi

There was more than one desire
The strength of the kiss
No matter how much of a slut
It doesn't satisfy anymore

My eyes tear up your body
Exposed to the lie of the heat of anger
In the eagerness of a desire that had not contracted
In love, the torture is on the edge
But we endure and even show ourselves happy

When you have the alibi
Of being born eager
And lived invalid
Even without having happened, happened

When you have the alibi
Of being born eager
And lived invalid
Even without having happened, happened
There was more than one desire