Today I know that the flowers are of plastic
Eternal picture dead without perfume,
Until my looking was become accustomed
How much did nothing in this drastic.
Love in the past has been bombastic
Now translate into sex and the flame
The star is missing in your jealousy,
From the summit this way abyssal spastic.
Hungry than outside spring
I wait for a bloom that does not come,
The night we motels, the long wait,
The fury Sensual without why
And when I look for a mirror somebody
Distorted image is what can be seen...