Ramas desnudas

While I look at the bad weather
What the window shows
The bare branches fall
They don't tremble like you

It wasn't good to see you again
It should never have happened
What you do best is provoke

It was a couple of days
We pretended again
That we were happy about
Wishing us again

You are always in love
Of what you try to destroy
You leave the light on to sleep

I don't find it very funny
Losing one's sense of humor
It is a painful gift of love
Your smile this time

Dead fluff in pockets
And thirty-five dirty mangoes
Of fear and crazy self-confinement
Oh no! Oh no…! Oh no