Migratory love

You lost yourself in my look

I looked for you in the botton of my soul

You encited to revolt my anxiety to love and to sin...

And though, you settled in my conscience,

you seated on my preconscience

and you felt asleep in my unconscious,

knocking memories, stiring up emotions,

and making me feel bad

everytime I think about the taste of your lips

and the warmth of your look.

And there, my migratory love,

I lost myself in yours.

(La Hormiga)