We are like those who love.
In nude we become two strange monsters
Groping each other tightly,
The scars of unforgiving desire show
That we love tirelessly:
The tedium, the suspicion invincibly ties us
Like two wanting adulterous gods in a web.
Like two lunatics in love,
Two bloodthirsty stars, two dynasties
Hungrily disputing a kingdom,
Wanting to be fair, we stalk savagely,
We trick, we construe vile offences
For which the sky affronts those who love,
Only that a hug sets us a thousand times on fire,
Those who love in this world
Die a thousand times each day.
Jorge Gaitán Durán