some memories have the taste of the angels, and you never stop to be hungry

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Forgive my translation :

 

I think of you

and it's not just the thought

it's hunger

for you

 

It's inside

in my opened stomach

the hunger

for you

 

are sweaty hands

and tears of wax

knees on the marble

cold straight on my back

and say that there was nothing yesterday

I could look at you and you were

so far away

 

I think of you

and it's not just the thought

it's hunger

for you

 

On my fallen shoulders

hanging on an improvised wire

I'm getting ready to hold

this indiscreet appetite

and eat you with words

before I even realize

that you are not

so far away

 

On my sweaty hands

tears of wax

while the world is collapsing

straight on my back

and there are no other words

that could sate me

at this moment

 

It's inside

in every single thought

the hunger

Done