Pick up the pieces of this embrace
and the nocturnal turn of a road,
the thin look of the voice
and the sad prayer of her silence.
The replicas of icy spirits
with impertinent riddles,
spoiling an illusive echo.
Take my emotions
they were part of you
now, they are part of nothing.
They are the spawn of incurable statements
over the exile of summer cliffs,
they are wandering duels of naked shadows
with desolate clothes
and insufferable shocks,
chained to an oppressive throne.
Remember to take the warmth of the soul,
total, it was all a lie,
a hypnotic gift.
You can take from the last shelf
where he slept the night
the dark fragrance of your orchard
when you distilled after loving us.
Take away the contagious decorations of your wings
and the suspicious hue of your belly
with the malicious compendium of your hands.
Take away the pledge of the seasons
and that prayer created by your work
promulgating silent pretexts
of an unreal mixture
who forgets the first verse in the morning
Please take it all
the unheard-of hoarseness of your lips
with the carved brocades of your eyes,
that daring conception of your waist
that tied my roots to the fiefdom of your ejido.
Take everything,
my dethroned hermitage
with chiseled sloping crusts.
Take everything,
the prodigal buds
of this withered firefly
with the exhausted breath of her flight.
Come on, break my heart
destroy the ribbon of your gift
and leave me this true and difficult melody
when your oppressive tone spreads
like winds of thorns.
And tear this resounding devil away
the evoked miasma of a tune
to be able to transform this crying
in a sky of another spring.