Eneia Veredas

 

Scars and grief

 

His hands hide the lakes that hang down and want to collapse

What if losing is winning, what if dying is staying in us?

Say goodbye, my love, or ask the pain for a permanent lap

Scream the sweet relief of losing her, here in the lap that is also yours.

Today the sky is darker, the world is now more atheistic

And I'll lull you to sleep when the tears dry.

I'll be here, today, tomorrow and the day after until the day I 

In the evening, you, me, the two of us.