He dreams of the universe
her with a little of her love,
he chases the stars
and she a piece of his heart.
He longs for the impossible
she a bit of reality,
for him nothing makes sense
and for her life is him.
There is no deeper pain
than that of an infinite void
there is no greater sorrow than
be here being absent.
She buys him flowers and with each
one of them a piece of sky
but he is still so absent
that you can't see it.
He keeps counting stars
without even being able to see
what is wearing her out doing
I don't know what about her.
While, she keeps trying
that he can see her but the damn ones
comets don't let you see.
She has lost her smile
he had to sell it
for impossible dreams
and some paper clouds.
He ends up renting his body,
They have promised him the moon
and sold their sex there is no more
reality than what one wants to believe.
He has nothing left
not even tears to sell.
He is still so absent that he can see nothing.
She ends her life in a dark brothel.
And in it life and death happen at the same time
inside a box the photo of him.
Bodies that dirty her, manos
that repudiates his entire being.
Time continues to pass and there is
he remains planted, ringing
with its universe and with stars
that you won't be able to catch.
Today there were shots, her body
bleeds on the photo of him.
Damn life and damn
be the one who has turned to stone
and heaven can never have.