Go Up To The Attic
You will be the dark night where I will burn
The beams of this house that one follows on foot
I will drink your blood and I will put your skin
I will write your name on each wall
You were not a thing of a day, neither two nor three
Like the tiger to its prey, I corner you
Because you smell of grass, because you know of the forest
Because somebody broke, the mold
There is nothing equal
Because you smell of earth, because you know how to be a woman
When nobody sees us
Go up to the attic
The only time it happens that I do not see you
Who, sleeping with me at your side, loses the faith
Of which another life exists that it can be
Better than going through the dawn with you
And although there are things that come up against
We always discover the strength to grow