farewell
What I have to offer you ...
on cold days?
is not that weak flesh,
raw skin incomplete.
What I have to offer ...
the coming hours?
unless a sea of illusions,
without horizons or craft?
what I have to offer ...
in the next days?
but a brilliant mind
that works for does not exist
What I have for you ...
next month?
if I do not know if I want to be feeling
the flow of air in my lungs.
my lord
to you and what you offer?
nights of sorrow, forged
the heat of the intimate sin?
no, no, I have nothing to offer.
ha is not my beautiful philosophy vain
my love without measure and motives land ...
I can offer you this but ...
and I know that this is nothing ...
... or nothing accomplished.