The beauty is that you always come back and bloom.

Under the rain a flower is bornCreated by fireLiving for the lightDead by desire.

I'm feeling heavy and warmInfatuated by the tranquility of my weaknessMy porcelain heart is with youIn eternal intercourse.

The perpetual Tristeza growning within youThe rich Tristeza of the smell of rosesThe lonesome Tristeza of you closerThe painful Tristeza of my wordsThe sacred Tristeza of our sexThe illuminated Tristeza of a dreamThe beautiful Tristeza of Patricia.

August came like a slap in the faceShe fucked all her heat into meThe nights became a living nightmareColor blind sunsets had me mesmerizedSilent heavy air with no one insideJuly let me go with the seaShe stood there handing me over to the futureI seemed farther than ever beforeJuly she watched me die under the arms of AugustSeptember lived in harmonyShe took me by the handAnd gave me one more chanceOctober and a century of life.