The apologies are bitter
On your velvety lips
Who lie with shamelessly
When you look at me
In a different way.
Your movements are uncertain
With the fear of being exposed
By my eyes
Which follow your footsteps
On the hot asphalt.
Your face is pale,
And the slight trembling of the hands
It upsets me
And I feel something in me break,
My mind-changing
In a glass powder.
Tell me why
You chose to lie to me,
Even if the truth
It will ruin me one by one
All the walls.