cosas bien hechas

You could say
that all of this was a mistake
and that it won't happen again,
that life is something more,
and that you tremble just thinking
that I might ruin it for you again.
You could say something like that,
and you would be right.

You could think
that you won't see me again,
that in your life now I am
welcome just like
a newly born idiot,
a cancer in the prime of your life.
You could think something like that,
and you would be right.

You could feel
something that burns inside you
and doesn't let you live,
like needles that someone
inserted deep into your flesh.
You could feel something like that,
and you would feel right.

You could pray,
pray for example like this:
"May he not appear again
and may I not go back to him.
God, make me forget him."
You could pray something like that,
and you would do very well.