"serán ceniza, mas tendrá sentido"
This cruel organ my blood pumps
barely contained inside my chest -
It gives my mind no break or rest:
Sensible Thoughts my blood does trump
This heart of mine, now set on fire
Set in its ways, obstinate furnace,
Its empty warmth little can earn us -
Its glow that's fuelled by desire
And yet I feel your eyes ignite
The blood that runs within my veins -
A swollen river in the night
My flesh will yet withstand the pain
That may my mind stand and fight
Against the might of my heart's reign
