A Flor de Piel

I leave the room
to rest
from an empty
and unmade bed
of your perfume.
Finally on the street
suddenly I get lost
among the people
coming out of a movie theater
and you appear
like a shadow
every street I cross,
every face without a name,
every corner you hide,
every night that falls,
every day that breaks,
I always carry you
on edge,
on edge,
with your lips still
on edge.

I can't stand anymore
the memory
of that night
under the full moon,
lost in your arms.

I enter a bar,
I want to numb myself,
someone talks to me
and I can't help
but you appear
like a shadow
every phrase I hear,
every lie I tell,
every word mentions you,
every night that falls,
every day that breaks,
I always carry you
on edge,
on edge,
with your lips still
on edge,
in my soul still
on your skin.