Ten bullet holes in my soul
And my heart full of rocks
The return path,
I've marked it on the map of my false steps
Exquisite phrases, yours are,
That now taste like cat food
But it's in the game of sides,
I'll caress your thousand thorns
I'll be weak
Purple roses
Spread out on the sheets
Like all the nights in which you're alone
Lumps1 in your throat
And the makeup that drips
Like all the nights where
He really finds you
The look follows proudly
In the mirror this line curves along my sides
You still make me feel naked before undressing me
You're the dark thought that cradles me
And even tonight you'll escape on a taxi
How difficult it is to save yourself
Purple roses
Spread out on the sheets
Like all the nights in which
You're alone
Lumps in your throat
And the makeup that drips
Like all the nights where
He really finds you
The eyes forgive
For someone like you
Even if I say no
You remain within me
Purple roses
Spread out on the sheets
Like all the nights in which
You're alone
Lumps in your throat
And the makeup that drips
Like all the nights where
He really finds you
1. Nodi = (Lit.) knots; but this doesn't fit the typical idiom