I kissed the salt sea,
As if the dead ships,
They had no less than grief
Than you are inside.
I kissed and did not understand
Why so Gorka was a kiss this
Smoothly hugged
You and your world, and I like a cripple.
As if I could not give joy,
As if I could not give happiness a bit,
But your eyes are dry, and in them as if pity for me,
And kissed, as if there was no other way out.
And tried to install those feelings that inside
Tried to revive your eyes
Brought flowers to you again,
But instead of smile, empty pan.
And instead of heat, chilling,
Together a warm kiss, stitching snow,
On my day my day, that thorough,
When I kissed you as if welcome, lively wan.
But now, in order to shed light,
On the story of our broken,
Your kiss like you, beat,
And I kissed the dead body to the bottom perfected.
And wished to lips alive,
So that the eyes seen, and not blindly forever,
I am a whole lips that droplets rain,
They burned my eyelids in the evenings.
I kissed those lips that were relatives,
I kissed our life, that were already stared,
And your blinds are blind, they were blue,
I kissed and cried, kissed your lips dead.
