How many times I have gripped in (my) hand
a hand that there is not
to feel myself less alone
I have invented of you, beside me
But days pass and
they pass wet without hiding themselves
and pass more and more clear and just leave some bruises
on the whole skin - the absence of you
no more gives me shivers,
now that I tremble no more.
How many times did you say to the world
I am (// "make") part of you
how many times I have said to the sky
I only want to go down
and instead, no
there was not of you
to (make) stop, from my face, this rain of
tears
and instead, no
you are there no more
to make me laugh
stop, you, the hell (// "dick") of these
tears
which wet the days
and dry (my) eyes
more and more liquid
and cut furrows on (my) face and mark as to convince you
that on the whole skin there's no
place for you
but (only) for the bruises
now that there's no more of you
now that I tremble no more
my tears are falling on
my skin my skin is not for you
my tears are falling on
my skin my skin is not for you
and instead, no
there was not of you
to (make) stop, from my face,
this rain of tears
pearls, are pouring from (my) eyes
and they pour with no more limits
dirtying (my) mouth with salt
of the days spent to convince oneself
that the skin only, is dry (because) of you
shivers do not come into that
now that there's no more of you
now that I tremble no more
now that there's no more of you
now that I tremble no more
my tears are falling on
my skin my skin is not for you
How many times I have said to the sky
I only want to go down