It should have been our beginning: a wonder
                                                        	      to witness
                                                                together   ,    eighty
                                                                  metres of      
                                                                                 waterfall,
                                                               loud noises   covering 
                                                          any doubts
                                                                  we might have of 
                                                         each other.
                                                                Let’s start over.      
                                                         Let’s start over.
                                                            I had to finish our plans 
                                                     before       moving             forward
                                                                                             for myself.
                                                   I had no way of knowing      until now.
                                                     The absolute conclusion  is
                                                   long      and      slow;
                                                                             it is preceded           
                                                            by      tarrying.
                                          This slowness should   be  acknowledged   
                                             as     a       method             of  violence.
      	                                       How can a plan for two 
                                    be completed                  by     one?
                                      From here,   I     know         
                                               there will be no return to complicity.
      	                                        Let’s     start     over,     
                                                        I    hear    you  or  the water crashing.  
                                  The birds come out  of    the    droplets   cloud      
                                                                                    like    flying    ashes.
                             Birds like ashes          de     pasión          mortal                      morían.
                       I thought that from our destination,   I would see                   a possibility.
And        I found       the gravity                                 of  what wasn’t       from the beginning.           
It grows in me the knowledge that never again I will hear your words,              Let’s start over.