The encrusted thing of gold
hit the bottom damp with cold
gathering a sudden lyrical me
decomposed the fate of my heart's company

This garbage falsely accused
solemnly witnessed an accidental treachery
clouding conquest metaphorically

Just like the pirates who claim their curse
(Or maybe its in a thieves little purse...)

I have raged
the rapids
that were in

and which
you were probably
saving
for death

Forgive me
it was heartless
so compelling
and so delicate

tiembre
of his voice
curved neck
and quick smile
was quick to associate
my first name to his last