The sun rises and your lips are a wound

(Translated version from 'Amanece y tus labios son una herida')

I know you still remember
That dawn that leaked between our interlaced fingers
As if we were of those who write horizons in wooden benches
As if we were of those lunatics
Who sometimes
Cry

Now
You stare at me and I tremble
I collapse on your open lips like a wound
And I scream in pain
Because your lips...
Because the wound enlarges
In every awakening without your eyes

These verses are just the starting blood