ThE iNsEkT

dE Mi PaRa Mi...

I have waked up again with a bitter sensation to crude
and swollen eyes that do not see beyond these four walls without future
I am going to escape of everything surrounded in clouds of pure brandy
I am going to escape of my cover surrounded in the fire of this so acute pain...

The night tastes to solitude and I cannot be contained sober
I am going to drink your alcohol history and mine until losing to me in the entrails of everything and I take to the wall answers to him of you slipping between the cracks I look for your face as an insect I am flying behind your aroma after the humidity of your naked body.

My eyes that miss you...
Just see spiders...
Twisting in threads...
This story that hurts...