on the face of the enemy, a grin draws in silence, the wound in my chest, anounce her victory.
but this pain has another meaning……… my farewell isn’t rare to you, becouse your eyes already suspect my condition.
when i move, my dance describe the inmerse agony that day by day has been burning my flesh,
the ghost of your memory has been the only resident in my chamber, sad, like a shadow does with a flame, i walk lonely under a pink rain of moments ,
back then, we were immortals…………….. the statues where we use to cruse our souls with our tongue are burried,
the flower we took at the garden of eden makes bleed my hands, when i try to touch the past of that path, your sight turns fearful, the wounds are so fresh that the the bittersweet smell of your lipstick still beats on my skin.
last night, i saw you together, he doesn’t know how to make you happy, a kiss on your chap easily bright your heart, instead, standing by his side, i couldn’t ignore that mien dry.
that’s right, i’m still in love with you, however, the ashes got wet, all the angels who attended to my death are still crying with bitter grief.
at the garden, the frogs sings again the melodie of lies, this time i won’t listen that charm, the lightning strikes, hahahahahaha, the jewerly told me at secret, “that is not a diamond, it’s just piece of glass”.
today; i feel pretty much alive, and i wanna love…………babe, your heart looks better at a picture, but not anymore by my side.
EDGAR FABIAN GIL AMADO
The sight behind the dark