Maquillaje

No...
neither is the sky nor is it blue,
nor is your candor true,
nor your youth in the end.
You buy the lipstick
and the blush pot
that trembles on your cheeks,
and dark circles with greenish hue
to fill with love
your clay mask.

You,
shy and fatal
fix your pain
after sobbing,
will know how I loved you,
one day upon waking
without faith or makeup,
already prepared for the journey
that descends to the final color...

Lies...
your virtue is lies,
your love and your kindness
and in the end your youth.
Lies...
you painted your heart!
Lies without mercy!
What a pity of love!