15th day of May

Sadness drips all night into my veins from these walls

These walls from before a time that this house became a home.

A home with a couple of faces, furnitures and a bed

A bed which has soaked semen and tears, more tears than semen.

Lustfully I am caressed by a cold depression

A cold depression which starts from the heart and engages in a debate with the head.

The head turns blind while the heart screams in labour pain

Pain that is primordial and pure, more pure but no less primordial.

15th day of May a day sadder than sadness, more depressing than depression

Depression which starts from the heart and engages in a debate with the head.

Head full of memories, bed full of semen and tears, heart full of pain

Pain that is primordial and pure, more pure but no less primordial.