物の哀れ

tejeré un manto suave

una cuna de palabras

donde pueda descansar mi hielo

i know

my love i've pictured this:
your violet eyelids opened to say "here's where you've been"
your lips open to say "my darling it's been so very long and i'm in pain"



i know i go in circles
i know that window panes bring only rain and not your face