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.