A pressure in the chest, between the throat and the desire
one that keeps me awake, and causes me distress in bed
had you not been so far and not exaggerated January
both but now I feel different, I am afraid
is a fear that is not mine, sticks to me like a bad dream
one that keeps me from sleeping, that scares me the desire
a dream from which I never wanted to run away, which always begged
but one that now frightens me, choking me
life
The cold I have in the chest just removed me
your arms hurt ... now you do not have
... I do not want your hands.
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