Accustom I do not think,
become so cold and I am not,
sometimes I absent myself of my feelings
and soon funing,
memory and I cling to live
and sometimes it wanted to kill
for a moment by your so single love.
And it is still that nonencounter
which serious me soso
for give much more
and to give completely
sex, pudor and tears to me
gives me equal.
You want to me to see great
in spite of the thin that I am
and if I touch until the bottom
you remove to me again,
for that reason I remain,
I cling and I want to you to die,
for that reason here inside
your these all along, living on sufferings...
And it is that still nonencounter
which would be soso to me,
for darte but
and to give to me completely,
sex, pudor and tears much gives me equal...
Pudor sex and tears, give me equal....