In the formica of the twilight
the stains of your nicotine
love transformed
curiosity appeared
the winter getting worse
the scottish scarf
wraps your last goodbye
like always, Cristina
They'll never tell you
because it rained so much
from the Sportman to the college
of white dress
the leaves that fly
the rules that go down
and the desires of leaving or staying
forever, Graciela
Some sunday was
early in the morning
my dream wasn't enough
for you to feel pity
you sucked my blood
you swallowed the poison in it
and here we are
since always Susana