Rest the wine in the glass
translucent carmine crystal
Involved reveals his speech
His intimate shadow suffocates
leads to continuous vacuum
Unmasks glare
Prowls pierces provokes
Slides down my throat
recreating his legitimate victory
Absurd nausea
that the memory ignites
In waiting for the pain to sing
patch the hole of memory
I ask the wine in the glass
I look monotonous tired
anoint me and take my hand
Without pause or truce we will flee
Towards the Eden of my dreams!
