Me Estoy Quedando Solo

There are shreds of grudges
that have hidden
in paths of nettles
where we became good friends,
there were goodbyes like anvils
and in your laughter tambourines sounded
that dried up my flowerpots,

with the little tears you didn't want
I've put affection in a water bath
and now there's no one to stop me,
and on clear nights my figure dances
on a stage made of trash cans
among the lights of the bars,

it must be the bad star
that kicks if it sees me from afar,
that tears off my skin,
or maybe the litany of bells
that toll for the dead
when I look at myself in the mirror,

but I still have the power
to set boundaries to this rough sea
and to this waning moon,
to heal wounds with just one lick,
to kill illusions without making a sound,
to lose you through my tongue,

I'm left alone,
there are no hugs in your arms,
you're taking them all away,
I'm left alone,
but I keep scraping,
there are still pieces of your love,

they were made for me, for me,
dry mattresses
that hold my hustle,
that hold doubts like pianos,
they were made for you, for you,
the mists that vanish,
and violin shapes
that are bigger than my doubts