Mi primera combustión [English translation]

After six years

You reappear and, speaking for yourself,

You summarize the waterwheel of your life in just a coffee

Finally healed

I allow myself the luxury of watching

Your strange hair and I think

You smoke too much now.

And you speak, as if I had asked you,

About whom you were taking revenge on all the time I was by your side.

And I don’t know yet

Why on earth you are calling me now

Your spoon shakes and that never looks good.

Tell, tell the truth

You haven’t broken any dolls for a long time.

After some months somebody adjusted me and

It’s been a little while since you set fire to me

And they have already blown the ashes

The ashes have flew.