each gust of wind reminds me of all the kisses you gave me;
you're in between the street benches, the walls of my bedroom;
all the cats in the streets show me this tender love;
and in their caresses i've found yours once again.
in fear i live again,
at every corner there are piles of bones
waiting to be relived;
and in the midst of this confusion, i fell.
from here, my eyes can only glance at the moon,
where i was reminded of your glittery eyes looking at me
just as you wished in october;
and i never left that place.
- in death, i now find myself in;
as i am laid flat on the ground, decomposing,
two lilies grow out of my open chest;
and while i rot away i will not stand up,
for i will rip apart the roots of
everything that was born
from this lack of a heartbeat.