My lips are sealed y con eso muero

I confirmed your reasons and my desires.

I confirmed my feelings and your desire.

I'll wear my glasses just for you to see,

Reason of treason,

Let them be the barrier needed between you and me.

When I look at you, all I see is my own demise.

Worry not, my gentle dear, for my lips are sealed.

But Die with that, because 

as longer as sealed 

like that they'll remain 

despite your need to claim 

what have never been yours 

and will never be mine.

I admired you as a wolf, 
turns out you're just a greyhound 
and I was just a hare.

God forbid someone wanting love 

but that love was always it's jail.

I'll erase the memories of today 

just as I did with those of that night.

I'll erase myself once more,

so you no longer need to pray.

…

¿No me merezco algo real?

¿No me merezco, acaso, algo mío?

Maldigo el día en que me hice tanto mal.

Bendigo esta hora en que nada aún ha ocurrido.

Ese cuchillo de mesa, cubierto de ceniza, 

arma perfecta para extirpar la razón.

Ya no iré juntando tus pobres huellas, 

ya no le queda nada a esta mi ilusión.

Se enredan campos entre tus dedos,

y entre tus brazos se forjan pieles 

de cuanta bestia fue asesinada 

para demostrar valía que no tienes.

Me declaro muerta hoy, en esta hora 

y seré yo quien guarde el sepulcro.

Manuscrito en Poemario Negro.