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...

Ahtzic Silis, 2008