Nueve

I will weave a sacred bond
Between the girl, the city, and me
So our steps will rhyme
And intensity will be the solution
Gold is her skin
Nine is her name
And I lay my veins at her feet
So my blood may serve as alms
And what distances abbreviate
My memory will magnify

The others are the rest
Foreign to our perfect mask
At least we are not so alone anymore
Accusations and reservations
Silence as an answer
I surrender to sadness
Unsociable in my exile
I rely on what I have
Who knows, doesn't speak
Who speaks, doesn't know
Doesn't know

Such extreme affirmations
My favorite stance
Stitching more sentences
Discretion delimits
What the heart knew
The general opinion
Is always the worst
Tyranny

To close or open
To enter or exit
To confuse or enlighten
It's all the same to me

Unsociable in my exile
I rely on what I have
Who knows, doesn't speak
Who speaks, doesn't know
Doesn't know
To close or open
To enter or exit
To confuse or enlighten
It's all the same to me
Break my bonds and set me free
Gold is her skin
Nine is her name
And I lay my veins at her feet
So my blood may serve as alms
And what distances abbreviate
My memory will magnify

Gold is her skin
Nine is her name
And I lay my veins at her feet
So my blood may serve as alms
And what distances abbreviate
My memory will magnify