Soledad

Nothing has disfigured you
Not the shadows that squeeze you
Nor the lights that widen you with each new season
Not even the thousand wombs that my mind added to you
You still have the white face reflecting the blue fire
Come to my body and rest
All my dreams I give you

For a long time new lives age our story
We are losing each other and death seems to be right
The blood burns in my fists like you in the heart
You are still held by the rental walls
Almost red, almost mine
Come down to my bed again

Over the echo of the years I keep hearing your voice
And on the walls of my weariness I renew the illusion
On the step of death I write your name
To finish it on the other side and not lose ourselves
If you forget, I remind you
My dear companion
Dear solitude