I am not looking for clarity
The truth that burns in the eyes of God
Between your hands the motility
The divergence, racial inscription
To be a man without love
Daughter of the lonely ones
Where you will be
How you will be
Every being of your loved ones
They will deceive once more
Hope is born by wanting
Of that which cannot be seen
Unconscious fruits that you see
You will not have, they are mine in your skin
The architects of hysteria
Secrets are your kisses
Your tongue remeasured