Había una vez...

...un lugar llamado Gandía.

INEXPERIENCE SOLD OUT

You,

you were acting as if the whole world
was slipping between your fingers,

like your cigarrettes and
our prayers for a better English.

You were black-wizarding my
heart, with no secrets,
your real way was untold,
my real gaze betrayed
and the river, sold.

You were always half way in,
while I was going astrayed.

We suffocated God until He
left us alone, with a tear
in His Eye, a new
eyeliner for thee

and this fucking hopeless
feeling as time broke
our own nothing in two.

With no more to say,
He just adviced me
I should keep myself
away from you,

we've been, again,
broken in two.

For B.M.