Today I have one of those days in which I would send everything to hell,
I would even sign with pleasure the minutes of my surrender...
I would say goodbye a all that like Graves or even as an ascetic
I would climb a column in the desert like Saint Simon.
or, like Onetti, perhaps I would try to never leave my bed
or I would take the first flight to the Himalayas to become Zen...
But, damn it, how to take the leap from what said to done,
with you, there, naked, repeating to myself: love mio, ven, ven, come...
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Only because of you I'm still here, a woman's magnet, a woman's magnet...
I'm going to get lost but without leaving you.
That the world was and will be a mess, Enrique Santos already said it
and there is one of those days when I suffer from all that cruel poetry,
although I fear that I myself am the one I feel even more frightened when I see myself understanding Cain's reasons for killing Abel.
I would run away to Transylvania to become a vampire
so as not to see behind the mirror the infamous creature that claims to be me...
But you hug me and even knowing that your arms are a bad retreat ,
I throw myself into your hells where the devil who re-created you lives...
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