While forgetting you wish to dance, as a justification for those nights in the bar,
Without knowing which road, which faith to follow,
Violating the dawn, imprisoning the body in the summer vacations,
Desiring to obliterate;
Clearing up a cell, opening a greenhouse, turning on the TV
Following a sport;
Surrender to traditions
Like coming back from a place unknown to go,
Like a diseased that doesn’t wish to come out; why does this escape exist?
To whom we have to lie?
Just like the secular Saints we learned from children who play in the streets,
To leave, as a light of those first nights alone, the meaning itself of being happy.
All is a walking away from where we are happy
Because this is a sin;
Than the umbrella floats under the sun,
Our first love is abandoning us,
So we are watching a porn movie,
We create a dramatic scenery,
We are dancing in the rain,
We are loving in the moonlight,
In order to find the meaning of the Earth,
Distant and foaming in our emotions.
Our first nights alone …