The Warmth Of Your Smile

The warmth of your smile that touches the seasons,
It is the shallowness of the river that does not flow towards you,
The hearth of the strange, burning with sadness,
It is the cry of the drop falling on you.

The mask of my life deceives children,
Sleep, cul-de-sac of the cul-de-sac,
Yesterday turned yellow and withered in my sinister hands,
Today all the flowers are blooming towards you.

Again I passed through that bloody city of misfortune,
There was no one left to resist the snail invasion,
Fountains darkened from the filth of sins,
No one who left you was happy.

Lizard enchanted by your love,
He set out to peel off his skin,
To a statue around which pain accumulates,
Clouds fell from the cursed sky to black.

Where the dead wake up silently,
The bodies that reached you were not old,
Separation is dead again, writhing in the grave,
They did not look in your face, those who went to you alone.