Do not read me, just stay - No me leas, solo quédate

And I am confident that I will forget you, 

And you will forget me. 

I am confident that this smile that draws your voice,

will be erased by the humidity of the tears,

that will come. 

Oh, because they will come, 

life an its damn tears to the bone. 

Oh love, how I wish I could hold you, 

an elephant is born in my chest, 

just to think that you will not be near,

just to know I will not feel your warm hand around my waist... 

And I am well aware that I should run away now, 

now that the body cries, but does not bleed... 

but my mind keeps playing this addictive thought,

while my idiotic heart keeps mourning over the wet floor:

'she hurts so tenderly...she hurts so tenderly'

Now that I still have hope of understanding it was the best,

for us both …

And we lie

we look into each other’s eyes

and we lie …

Because you know you will not be here,

and I will not be there,

Because you know you will not be the last one,

and I know I will not be the love of your life,

not to mention your nights.

Pain comes in the shape of darts,

That is all I know.

K.-

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Saber que me amas,

y te amo.

Saber que me quedo,

y te vas.

Saber que nuestro amor es realmente imposible,

Saber que los miles de kilómetros que nos separaran los cuerpos,

también nos dividirán el alma.

Y estoy segura que te olvidaré,

Y me olvidarás.

Estoy segura que esta sonrisa que ahora dibuja tu voz,

se borrará con la humedad de las lágrimas,

Que vendrán,

Oh, porque vendrán,

La vida y sus malditas lágrimas al hueso.

Ay amor y como quisiera retenerte,

Me nace un elefante en el pecho,

de tan solo pensar que no estarás,

de tan solo saber que no sentiré

tu mano caliente rodeando mi cintura.

Saber que es mejor olvidar ahora,

ahora que el cuerpo llora, pero no sangra,

pero mi mente sigue tocando este mismo adictivo pensamiento,

mientras mi estupido corazón sigue llorando sobre el piso mojado:

'Ella duele tan suavemente... Ella duele tan suavemente' 

Correr ahora que aún tengo esperanza de entender que fue lo mejor,

para los dos…

Y nos mentimos,

nos miramos a los ojos,

y nos mentimos…

Porque sabes que no estarás,

y no estaré,

Porque sabes que no serás el último,

y sé que no seré el amor de tus días,

ni mucho menos de tus noches.

El dolor viene en forma de dardos,

Eso, es lo todo lo que sé."

K.-

Extrañamente, se trata de ella - Strangely enough, it's about her.

Extrañamente no me estoy preguntando si sentirás con ella lo que sentías conmigo,

Extrañamente me estoy preguntando si será que ella siente lo que yo cuando está contigo.

Será que ella se pierde en ti… será que se da cuenta que tu cadera es delicada y hay que tocarla suavecito… será que le importas tanto que respira antes de tocarte… para cuidarte del animal que le despiertas en el pecho cuando acercas tu cuerpo al suyo.

Será que ella se pierde en ti… será que se sienta en la cama para mirarte mientras te pierdes con los ojos cerrados… será que se le duermen los brazos de tanto amarte…será que te da la mano antes que tu cuerpo pierda conciencia, porque sabe que si te toma tiempo es porque te aterra caer y que nadie te ataje… será que te ataja…será que te hace perder conciencia.

Será que ella se pierde en ti… será que es lo suficientemente atrevida para sacar lo salvaje de ti… o solo te lleva a un placer intermedio… será que te sostiene por las noches porque sabe que debe, o porque tu piel le produce adicción y le llama las manos… le quema las manos.

Será que la maldita se pierde en ti… será que ama tu cuello y lo usa de cuevita al olvido… será que te aprieta fuerte mientras te recorre la espalda con los labios… será que te escribe en la espalda un ‘te amo’ furtivo con la punta de los dedos… será que sabe que jamás lo leerás, pero no le importa porque necesita decírtelo incluso cuando no estás despierta.

Será será será…

Será que se le va el aliento cuando te mira deslizarte por el aire con tu cuerpo de Diosa… será que se le achinan los ojos de puta y le nace una sonrisa, de puta, al mirarte existir.

Será que se le escapa la palabra “hermosa” porque sabe que te gusta oírla o porque simplemente no se ha dado cuenta que te lo ha dicho hasta que sueltas esa risa de sirena que te nace cuando alguien nota lo increíblemente hermosa que eres.

Será que sabe lo afortunada que es por tenerte en nuestra cama… será que le interesa que es nuestra cama…será que alguna vez le interesó que era nuestra cama.

Será que tu voz la calma, será que le dueles cuando no estás, será que te ama tanto que hasta el dolor que causas le parece arte.

Será que llora cuando te escribe… será que te escribe… será que la maldita esa se queda despierta mientras duermes en su pecho después de hacer el amor, para escribirte… será que te escribe.

Será será será…

K.-

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Strangely enough, I'm not asking myself if you feel with her what you felt, while being with me.

Strangely enough, I'm asking myself if she feels what I felt, while being with you.

Could it be that she loses herself in you ... that she realizes that your waist is delicate and you have to play it softly ... that she cares about you so much that she takes a deep breath before touching you ... to look after the animal you awake in her chest when you approach your body to hers?

Could it be that she loses herself in you... that she sits on the bed to contemplate you while you lose yourself, with your eyes closed ...that her arms go to sleep of loving you so much… that she holds your hand before your body loses consciousness… because she knows that if it takes you time is because it frightens you to fall and that nobody will be there to catch you... Could it be that she catches you... that she makes you lose consciousness?

Could it be that she loses herself in you... that she is bold enough to bring out the wild in you ... or just drives you mildly wild... that she holds you at night because she knows that she should, or because your skin produces addiction and call for her hands ... burns her hands?

Could it be that the fucking bitch loses herself in you… that she loves your neck and uses it as a little cave into oblivion ... that she squeezes you in tightly while she walks your back with her lips…that she writes on it a furtive ‘I love you’ with her fingertips… one that you will never read, but she does not care because she has the need to tell you even when you are not awake?

Could it be Could it be Could it be…

Could it be that her breath runs away when she looks at you glide through the air with that piece of heaven you were born with and some call ‘body’… that her slutty eyes get smaller and a smile, a slutty smile, is born between her slutty lips when looking at you exist?

Could it be that she blurts out the word "beautiful" because she knows that you like to hear it, or because she simply has not realized she has said it until you let out that mermaid laugh that is born when someone notices how incredibly beautiful you are?

Could it be that she knows how lucky she is to have you in our bed ... that it interests her it is our bed... that it ever interested her it was our bed.

Could it be that your voice calms her… that you hurt her when you are absent… that she loves you so much than even the pain you cause seems like art.

Could it be that she cries while she writes to you… that she writes to you… that she stays awake while you sleep on her chest after making love to write to you… that she writes to you.

Could it be Could it be Could it be…