Ni Siquiera Entre Tus Brazos
Ella Es Tan Cargosa
Not Even Between Your Arms
Not even between your arms
There is no sun in this colorless March
There is a ruthless cold
Damp and sad out of season
They appear when you disappear
The eyes of insomnia
The compassionate pats
It darkens when you disappear
She said: 'city or summer,
Never both together, no
That cocktail and love are enemies
Almost by definition'
They appear when you disappear
The nihilistic symptoms,
The songs in minor keys
It smells like little and you disappear
Reclusive and with no perspective
Of crossing the room
Not even between your arms
And people asking me about you
About you
About you!
They appear when you disappear
The dialogues with the walls
The ravages of your absence
It darkens and you disappear
