My Black Dress

that night i sewed

a long black dress

to calm the hungry of my gloom

with a rought sorrow

that night i cried

looking at the moon

who injured me making me a kiss

in my cold heart

(estrib.)

silver hands sewing cold with sharp

needles a rought sorrow…

that night i missed

your hot big arms

while it was twinning my woumb

between my hands

that night it was

the longest night

it was like that only dress

i sewed alone.