conjuro desolado

se posarán los pájaros en mi ombligo
para succionar todo tu nombre de mi lengua
cederán su tiempo los relojes
y se rendirá la noche sobre la nada

sinazules, seguirán tu vuelo, sin tenerte












What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do