Galerna

He would leave home early
With his hand on his heart
The poorly tied tie
And his share of reason

He would then make the bed
With shreds of his love
While picking up
His pain

But upon returning like every day
The storm would open the window
Resentment facing anger
They challenged each other once again

You are both guilty that in my chest
The snake and the scorpion live
The storm and the discouragement live
The thorns of the rosebush

You are both guilty that in my dreams
There is no sky to look at
No river, no field
No peace

He would return late and tired
With nothing to tell
She would open her clear eyes
Worn out from waiting

He would flee like cats
That get scared as they pass
While she prepared
Her truth

A glove fell on my flowers
Another duel to the death was about to begin
The sound of swords every night
With the same wounded to revive

You are both guilty that in my chest
The snake and the scorpion live
The storm and the discouragement live
The thorns of the rosebush

You are both guilty that in my dreams
There is no sky to look at
No river, no field
Only the sea of my loneliness

You are both guilty that on my neck
I feel your hands when I wake up
Squeezing me every day
A little more