Breakfast each of my sins
as parts of a delicacy
I enjoy them one by one
while I drink without remorse
I do not wait for the forgiveness of heaven
I wait for the forgiveness of my creed
my agony looms over the eyes of a widow
a widow called loneliness
The dark night conveys certain sorrows
the sun flaunts dreams and burns
and the air takes everything in its path
But the sunset brings new promises
says that hope watches over men
those who eat their bowels
and laugh
I do not wait for the forgiveness of heaven
I wait for my forgiveness, but
my agony looms over the eyes of a widow
that helps me laugh and cry
