If you feel like a poor disgraced,
if life hurts you or they dumped you,
the blood of your sadness
will be the faithful dog
that will keep your name firmly in the poster
in the top of the poster.
If you feel like a poor disgraced,
yearning for the smell of someone beside you,
the blood of your sadness
will walk with you
without the clumsiness of naming her name,
naming her name.
Dear sadness
I fell in love with you
and I stopped being
a poor disgraced,
beside you, beside you.
If you feel like a poor disgraced,
certain rainy days on the window appearing,
the blood of your sadness
coming behind you
like a naughty girlfriend will kiss you,
will kiss you.