For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?