It was already over 3:00 a.m. A daybreak almost as sensual As the contrast of your blood's color Running off from your pale and delicate face The rain washed my tears As salty as our sweat My senses are now useless My words have no destination I feel dead and anesthetized The dying solitude In the emptiness place, I find your absence So serene and lifeless In the await for a farewell kiss My only fellowship now Is the scent of your death