Since that day…
A strange feeling runs over my dreams, the nakedness…
Run over me.
I think it tastes like rhythm of kisses… those kisses.
It hurts and I like it too much.
Today I´ve dreamt again the we became lost slowly,
We practiced provocation slowly,
We were the lie in the slow,
And I stayed to dwell so close to your mouth…
But slowly… very slowly.
La Chica Metáfora
Nota: traducción del poema Despacio a cargo de Andrés Piquer. Corrección de Anónimo.