softly Let the wind erase each letter of my name. That I have no words or awakenings. Let me clear the memory, age and time. I take the raft without oars. I forget the songs of my childhood. Strokes from being erased today to think about them hurts. That each hair discoloration and each fabric. Go away all hopes are destroyed, kill me faith. I cool, I sag. Let me look to fill with water. End of blood running down my calves. Identity is lost, the desires. Trials are off and reflections. Cross out the words that wooed smudging ink all you've done. Each fruit to rot on my body. The music to pieces and poetry I do not make sense. The collapse of the sky. That time does not pinch me and see me. That the perfume does not sue me. That television off at night alone and get no demands. Let me exile. Let there be no more and nothing to lose. The end of fall the fall. To close all shops which mend the wings of an angel. Let me burst your fingers. That leaves the cry of my navel. Not to recognize my body. I do not believe in love after love. To close my doors. There are no placebos. Is digested guilt I feel. Let me cortajeen lips, That I lost the fear. That I deleted the features and gestures. That dream is destroyed, that is not what I dream. To touch bottom. That there is nothing left to defend, no longer makes sense to fight.
Why do so and only then will there be any reason for them to parirme and start again.
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