I put my ear to my chest,
like a seashell on the shore.
I hear my heart beating, bleeding,
and always and never the same.
I know why it beats like that, but I can not
say why it will be.
If I started saying it with ghosts
of words and deceptions, at random,
I would come, trembling with surprise,
to invent the truth:
When I pretended to love you, I did not know
I loved you already!