Dog against the wire, jewel of the female eye
A gaze at the implotion of the skies
Docile dog against the wire
The fast writting of the birds
Brought these stuttering feelings unto you, sweet love
Devouring all the oxygen, I shook it all with brutal smiles
Your own denial
The air is thick as frail ghosts under opaque, screamig lights
The hungry bear kidnapped the Matriarch
"Find the little runnaway..."
Regretful and armed I roam the garden
"... and marry her",
As Iago insists to join the human hunt
Oh, poor child, oblivious to the carnage
"The belt is tight!", she roared, and smiled
Oh, poor child
El dulce aire enfria sus parpados
Se estremecen