Envuelta en el olor del café, respiro la pérdida de tus ojos. Transparentes, ululantes. Supongo,
es necesario suponer, que el no saberte es similar a la fuga inútil en las volutas. Ajenas, las esculturas observan, latas amarillentas, el discurrir en la sorpresa. Y sin embargo,
sin embargo, te llevas mi eternidad en el brillo de aquello que no puedes retener, y yo me quedo pensando, futilmente, en mi.



Wrapped into the coffee's smell, I breathe the lost of your eyes. They were transparent, they were blowing.
I guess, it is necessary to guess: don’t know you it’s similar to the inutile flight from volutes.
Another’s, sculptures watch, alienated, yellowish bottles, the flow (roam) from surprise. And, however… however, you carry on with my eternity in the shining coming from the things that you can’t trap.
And I stay here, thinking, futile, about me.