I didn't come to you, you came.
I wasn't expecting you and I kissed you.
I'm supposed to be silent.
I'm supposed to continue.
I'm not supposed to I must protest.
You are supposed to be a gift
that broke right away
and now, nothing: the usual.
You are supposed to be the hat
of a party, one of those cardboard ones,
for the occasion.
Oh, woman:
if you knew how briefly the light entered
into a child's house, in a tall building,
and it was the expected time of day,
you wouldn't have touched me on the shoulder once.
Oh, woman:
if you only knew how brief that time light
in a house that was called the night,
in a house in which there was no other door
than that of the reason of that child without faith.
Now it is assumed and nothing more.
I would also like to assume
that cowardice did not exist,
that it is an old bedtime story.
But I am left, in the middle of me,
in the middle of the same walls,
smiling at friends,
going there, having breakfast.
But I remain here,
applauding a once again
to the ghosts of the three.
Oh, woman:
I hope that love ends with you.
I hope you have killed my last hunger,
that the ridiculous ends, implacable, with me
and I, like a faithful dog, transform it into a song.
Oh, woman:
don't blame yourself, guilt is a game of chance.
No one knows how bad laughing can be
or how cruel a gift could be.
Don't be scared of the day that is going to end.
Don't be scared of bridges that fall to the sea.
Don't be scared of my final laugh.

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