Dear soul,

 Dare me to introduce myself,
 In those pages I'd like to see you fill,
 At the same that you emptied my life,
 And my soul. Fill all my spirit.
 I do not want to be prolix and I fear,
 With no doubt, and dirtying
 Your future feelings,
 I do not want to be sure of me,
 With no hours,
 Enclosing to your future feelings.
 Nevertheless, take this skin
 As a mark, a gage of,
 As a mark of you in me,
 This mark of you in me,
 As the witness crys this feeling's reading inside of
 Of me,
 The cadaver can be exquisite.
 Agathe

 It stands still on the hours and decades
 gate

 The pure aspect of your intimate, tonight
 So dare me, to introduce myself
 Without any word and anything
 Without anything that can kiss my lips
 [bad word] on your skin forever
 [bad word] on my skin, forever

 With nothing left but a lace
 With nothing left but the trace
 With nothing left on my skin and disgrace!
 My skin and disgrace
 All lovers
 You and I