You gave me a promise of love
the night our hells and fire
were together so as your heartbeats and mine
my shudders and yours too.
It was an offer I didn´t ask for
a promise like a shooting star…
And anything else.
Now nostalgia comes closer
and names you in every reminiscence.
Where was the mistake?
What were wrong with us?
When did it was late for us?
It was a weary journey
Where the air was fatal and risky,
With bitter abysses protected in the impossible
Which we never saw on time.
It was a promise destroyed in fatigues.