Eclipse en la corte de los cuentos desolados
Leuzemia
Eclipse in the Court of Desolate Tales
Maybe it's a burning wound
maybe something that you're storing
uselessly in a corner
maybe it's something incandescent
a reluctant pain
or the eclipse in your voice
I only know...
that I saw you cry
Maybe something that you're storing
uselessly or maybe deliberately
the fiercest residue
enveloping you in fears
in fears or intuitions
or in a trickle of sweat
I only know... that I saw you cry
In a silence, in a shot that will miss
in a quiet and discontinuous brushingetween the confessed and the sob it won't be the same... I saw you cry.
