Flores Negras

Black flowers, dead flowers,
flowers that never bloom
because something went wrong.
An empty room
and a silence that moves
backwards as always,
like marijuana muse,
like sister angels
that lead me moderately to where I go.
I need to see your face
as much as I need to see the rain
to put out the fire that remains.

That Monday was a holiday
that left me so wasted,
pills or that stupid love.
Stray animals
who magically sold me
in small installments a brown nest.
We got stuck
in a wrong world
where there are no thanks or forgiveness.
Your perfume smelled like roses
and your lips like that thing
that tears me apart and breaks my heart.

Baby I miss you
Baby I miss you
Baby I miss you
So much that I can't breathe.

Black flowers, dead flowers,
flowers that never tell you
if the path you took was the best.
I don't care if you laugh
or if life smiles at you
or if you walk the streets with your love.

Baby I miss you
Baby I miss you
Baby I miss you
So much that I can't breathe...