The silence reigns in the stillness of night,
yet, my lips are burned by the salty notes
of a music springing like from my innards
and words, forgotten long ago,
are dancing now on my cheeks.
You are lost like the twilight's sigh
in the day and night's kiss
and I'm looking for you
in the land between yesterday and tomorrow,
wandering among the bodies of dreams
and the phantasms of lost hopes.
Your love was the lips that kissed my heart's flute -
Judas' kiss -
crucifying my heart on the cross of torments,
making it bleed this dreary music
on whose score are dancing
words that you can't repeat to anyone,
without being hurt by my remembrance.
My love...stuck like a spear
in your ribs that didn't hide a heart.
