I'm sorry, I don't mean to remember
I've been trying to suppress and suffocate
myself because
you deserve the easy silence
and the year that passed since you left me

But history remains substantial
every little sentiment limpid
through this intoxication
which has no detox
I still have to face what I swallowed
your poison is pounding in my veins,
eructating in my throat,
clogging my nose,
choking me to death
when trying to keep it inside
all "convenient and fine"

I'm sorry, but I have to spit it out
I don't endure, been tearing along the parquets
throbbing my head against the walls
writing these apparently pretentious poems,
to mend this cliché à la broken heart
I got myself drunk and vomiting all over
this frankly vulgar ignorance
this easy silence for your sake

I'm sorry, but this unspoken ache
is a consequence of
the word "attached" maintaining like
unbreakably glass inbetween the nowadays
unco prodigies of you and me
the unco prodigies of you and me
the unco prodigies of you and me
the unco prodigies of you and me
the unco prodigies of you and me
the unco prodigies of you and me