How come, until this moment, you promise
to fulfill me with passion,
and you want, with a kiss,
to heal my heart,
when I suffered a thousand nights
asking you for some warmth
and you only gave me
rejection and grief?
It surprises me now
that you look for compassion,
and you say that ignoring me
was not your intention.
Since when do you humiliate yourself,
asking me for forgiveness?
I am sorry, but it is too late,
I no longer want your love.
To me, you have stopped
being irresistible,
another night together
won't happen again.
Don't try to confuse me
once more with your lips,
because, to your kisses,
my skin is insensible.
What happened to your pride,
that used to be indestructible?
Don't cry, it doesn't fit you well.
You don't manage to amuse me,
if I were in your place, I would leave,
but without saying good-bye.
And, if you are ashamed,
stop me from saying
that you, to my eyes,
are already invisible.