Décimas Lunares

Neither old, nor young, nor saint, nor kid
My black is from the mourning of the pains that rain
The clouds move in my retinas
Lunar girls drink me, smoke me
In phases, assume my chest in ruins

Plateaus, fields among other places
Inns and bars, roads, corners
Waning girls bleed me, eat me
Like a werewolf, my soul unravels
Loneliness of an animal, heart of a man

Foxes gnaw on the streets the leftovers
Owls and snakes disappear in the darkness
So that in my abdomen fears settle
And desires circle like ballerinas
Floating girls end me, fuck me