Ramblings

RAMBLINGS
Gacela del amore desperado

the night does not wish to come
so that you can not come
and i can not go
but you will come
with your tongue burnt by the salt rain.
the day does not wish to come
so that you can not come
and i can not come
and i can not go
but i will come
thru the muddy waters of darkness.
neither night nor day wishes to come
so that i may die for you
and you
die for me.