I heard the silence
In the voice of this love;
I saw the clash
In a colourless gesture.
Such a fine line!
Such a final kiss!
The Chinese ink,
Tracing paper...
I felt an absence
While we were alone,
As if that presence
Weren't us.
In this two-dimensional
Geometry,
The Chinese ink,
Tracing paper...
You closed the measure
On my life.
You left a stroke
Like a very black, fine, fatal wound...
The Chinese ink,
Tracing paper...