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A passenger in a carnival season...

What if I tell you that I love you
because I need to keep myself away from me.
I’m a child of fire
and I’m trying to make some friends.
You’re a carnival season
and I’m waiting you from home.
I wish you were inside me
because every time I see you I’m alive…
because you’re de difference between wrong and right…
because I hate myself for loving you…

But you’re walking away and living behind,…

Good night

To M.

Que la muerte la consuma
bajo la tierra que perfora mis entrañas...