Rito de Agujeros y Cipreses

Nothing is ours, yours and mine
Not that fear of getting lost
When we share an ambiguous kiss
That we wanted to be brave

Nothing is ours, yours and mine
Not that cloud that, unaware
Fell asleep like a child
In the warmth of your womb

Nothing is ours, yours and mine
Not that hatred that was always
Hasty and senseless
Like a crazy nuisance

Nothing is ours, yours and mine
Not the silence now indelible
That binds us in this ritual
Of holes and cypresses