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The things you tell me when you're silent
The birds nesting in your hands
The hollow of your body between the sheets
The time we spend insulting each other

The fear of old age, the calendars
The taxis running in terror
The dignity lost somewhere
The crazy violinist, the coats

The moons I've kissed in your eyes
The dense smell of spilled semen
The story that mocks us
The panties you forgot in the closet

The space you occupy in my soul
The doll saved from the fire
Madness lurking crouched
The daily battle between two bodies

My room with its bullfighting poster
The crying in the corners of oblivion
The ashes that remain, the remains
The child we never had

The time of pain, the holes
The cat meowing on the roof
The past barking like a dog
Exile, bliss, portraits

The rain, the helplessness, the speeches
The papers that never brought us together
The redemption I seek between your thighs
Your name on the cover of the notebook

Your way of warming my heart
The cell you occupied in a prison
My drifting boat, my song
The roar of the wind among the trees

The silence you wield like a wall
So many beautiful things that have died
The tyrannical empire of the absurd
The dark attics of desire

The father who died when you were a child
The kiss rotting on our lips
The lime on the walls, the apathy
The beach inhabited by worms

The shipwreck of so many certainties
The collapse of gods and myths
The darkness around like a tunnel
The bed sailing in the void

The crumbling of the house
Sex rescuing us from boredom
The scream that pierced the dawn
Love as a ritual around the fire

Insomnia, bliss, cigarette butts
The arduous learning of respect
The wounds that not even God takes away
The shit we drag without remedy

Everything they gave us and took away
The years that passed so quickly
The bread we shared, the caresses
The weight we carry in our hands