Sin piel

I know! It's time to file away the heart...
To do with the illusion, that won't serve me
a nice little package with a blue ribbon,
store it in the trunk and never open it again...
It's time to kill the dreams,
it's time to invent courage
to start a long journey
through a gray landscape...
without love!

I'm going to learn to cry without suffering,
without stopping to look at a flower,
to harden slowly
just like people without soul and voice!
I'm going to understand that one can die,
and beat... in time with the clock;
like a faithful machine
just like a robot...
without skin!

After having felt even the pain.. of others,
of giving without measuring, of loving without calculating,
indifference arrived getting into my skin
patiently cruel, killing my truth!
Knowing that I don't care about anything...
of some past vibration;
and walk narcotized
through a frozen world...
without love!