Triángulo

I have a triangle
Sorry
There is a triangle
In the open space of my concavities

I have threads
Sorry
There are three threads
That tie my fingers
Of my extremities

I have oaks
There are two oaks, stretching like a massage
Around me

I have a hollow
Sorry
There is a hollow, that undoes me completely
Until I am nobody

I have bitterness
Sorry
There is a cry, in the open space
Of my concavities

I have chills
Sorry
Oh! We die, tying the fingers, of my extremities

I have scents
Sorry
There are pains that stretch me, like a massage, around me

I have echoes
Sorry
There are pleas, that I undo completely until I am nobody
That I tear apart completely, until I am without you