Dulce Venganza
Trotsky Vengaran
Sweet Revenge
in the fist of the coat
he dried his tears
felt the bitter taste
of disappointment
in the middle of the chest
a betrayal
treading in the shadow
something murmured
kissing his fingers
drew a cross
buried his pride and waited
sweet revenge.......
where the spiders of his heart sleep
learned to diminish his hatred
to love the resentment
dominated the fury and waited
sweet revenge........
in the fist his tears
the bitter taste of disappointment
and in the middle of the chest the betrayal
sweet revenge