I Think It Was Very Informative, But

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair. Silent And Starving, I Prowl Through The Streets. Bread Does Not Nourish Me, Dawn Disrupts Me, All Day I Hunt For The Liquid Measure Of Your Steps.

I Have Forgotten Your Love, Yet I Seem To Glimpse You In Every Window.

What Can I Say Without Touching The Earth With My Hands?

La Heradera Del Dia Destruida. (the Heiress Of The Destroyed Day.)