Soy nudista de tu amor

Soy nudista de tu amor. 
Me libero de ti cuando quiera. 
Sólo cuando deseo, 
me revisto del dolor. 
Mis sinceras disculpas: 
Al lavar, tus escombros quedan afuera. 
Al secarse, se mojan con las lluvias. 
Esto no me preocupa; 
Yo de tí no me visto. 
De mi indiferencia tienes culpa 
Al colgar, tu amor se lo lleva la brisa. 
Al cansar, de negro me revisto. 
Tu ropa vieja es blanca, 
La ausencia del color. 
Sin embargo el negro contiene todo color. 
Sin tí negra es mi alma 
Y persiste llena de calma. 
Sin tí lo tengo todo. 
Soy nudista de tu amor.

The Best is Yet to Come

The fury within me breaks away the pieces of our love. Fiery and intense, it is broken in half thanks to your sudden educational abandonment. Had you just askd, I would have gone with you forever. The time we face is a time of cultural abandonment and a timein which success rather than happiness is to be sought after. Sweetheart, I was your culture; I was your everything but in one moment I became your nothing. We abandon ourselves when we leave other behind. When we refuse to be who we truly are we leave ourselves behind with everyone else who do no matter anymore. We refuse our own individualism and lose ourselves along the way as well as everything else. You may have abandoned and ridiculed me consciously but you wil soon fall into the deep black hole of questioning. Abandon my skin, never trace your fingers around it again, never again feel my lips brush against yours and never again be yourself. Breathe deeply and perhaps you will come back. After all, breathing does make blood go to the brain. Maybe a little bloody stimulation is all you need after all.