Acrilic on canvas [English translation]

It's yearning, then

And once more

Of you I made the most perfect drawing ever made

The strokes I copied from what didn't happen

The colors that I chose from the paints I created

I mixed with the promise that we two never made

Of someday being three

I worked you in light and shade

And it was always "I didn't mean it"

I swear I never wanted to make you so sad

Always the same excuses

And excuses aren’t always sincere

Almost never are

I set up my canvas

Out of pieces from the sheets we never dirtied

The frame I made out of wood

From the window of your room

From the gate of your house

I've made pallet and easel

And from the tears that didn’t play with you

I distilled linseed oil

From your bed I ripped pieces

That I carved in styluses of different sizes

And I made, then, brushes with your hair

I made chracoal out of a lipstick I stole from you

And with it I marked two vanishing points

And I scrawled my horizon

And it was always "I didn't mean it"

I swear I didn't mean it

I didn't want to hurt you

I promise that this won't ever happen again

And it was always, always the same again

The same betrayal

Sometimes it’s hard to forget:

"I'm so sorry, she no longer lives here"

But then why do I pretend

To I believe in what I make up?

None of this ever happened

It wasn't like this

Nobody suffered

And it's only you that provokes me this empty yearning

Trying to paint these flowers under the name

Of "perfect love"

And "forget-me-not"