Inmensidad
Monica Naranjo
Immensity
I conjure you like this
Oh! Love fever
Black water of destiny, jack of cups and alcohol
And little daggers in the scorpion moon
I conjure you like this
In this immense loneliness
Dying for the love
That no one gives me
Oh! Love
The cold flower between my lips broke
Lost in a brothel
Of flesh and dream and suburb
I go
Sinking after you
In the immensity
Oh! Love
The cold flower between my lips broke
I wish to revive
And lift the skin of the sea
And see
How insignificant I am
In the immensity
