Gabriela Carina Chromoy
(english translation)
MAKEUP
No...
is neither heaven nor blue,
nor it is true your candor,
or, finally, your youth.
You buy the lipstick
and the flush pot
that shivers on your cheeks
and eye circles with mold
for filling with love
your clay mask.
You,
who shy and fatal
fix your pain
after sobbing,
you'll know how I loved you,
one day, on waking,
without faith or makeup,
ready for the trip down
to the final color.
Lie...
that are lies your virtue,
your love and kindness
and, finally, your youth.
Lies...
you make up your heart!
Lies without mercy!
What a pity of love!
You,
who shy and fatal
fix your pain
after sobbing,
you'll know how I loved you,
one day, on waking,
without faith or makeup,
ready for the trip down
to the final color.
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