The woman shook me so hard the heart, bind me
neurons bale Straw
And bleed my most repressed
In forms of irrational thoughts.
In the rubble of my ideas, I am walking in the village
haunted my instincts,
alone, struggling with the ghosts of emotions
From a love that will alas! Forever lost.
Needless to fight this dragon metal
Who spits the eternal fire of his love.
I burn with desire to inflame
And let me consume me to the depths of her.
The blade has a love twofold.
Without thinking and driven by the feeling of love,
dearly and I innocently asked my hand to caress
the tenderness of his love offering itself.
But then I found myself to learn and cut myself.
And yet every day I feel the cut open.
I think it will never heal.
A wound of love that will never be healed.
And thus, slowly, I will die.
