Something you want to hide,
i do not know what it is
but it already hurts me.

Please,
do not put between you and me
doubts that, for today,
could split us.

Answer me even if it hurts,
tell me why your eyes do not shine
as yesterday when you stare at me.

You lie, i know you very well:
it is clear for me
that something is changing.

Talk, do not flee away from me,
tell now what has you
so visibly excited.

In the altar of my particular faith
nothing, nobody, i care about
more than the music of your lips.

You are sugar and salt,
desire and sin:
a box of surprises!

You come, you kiss me
and you are sugar and salt,
an angel and a devil,
a cursed liar,
i just feel that i am losing you.

I hate to be myself who forces you to walk the first step: if there is somebody besides me, rigth now rigth here we end.

The pain will destroy me from inside, but i will not walk a single step to stop you.

You come, you kiss me and you are sugar and salt, an angel and a devil, the woman i love, but i feel that i already do not have you.

In the altar of my particular faith you have always been the best, the mirror in which i see myself!

How it hurts to realize that i have lost you.

Jose J. Garcia Ruvalcaba