I love you with a hard and cold fire.
I love you without words, without pauses or silences.
I love you only whenever you want,
and only with the mute presence of my actions.
I love you by mouth and while lying,
Do not distinguish yourself in tenderness.
I love you when you pretend all the indifference
that your abandonment denies, that your heat melts.
I love you every time your skin and your mouth
look for my sleeping skin and my mouth wakes up.
I love you for loneliness, if you leave me in it.
I love you for the anger that my reason incites.
And, more than enjoyment and delirium,
I love you for the anguish and doubt.