por acaso escarlate

there´s something in the air and i assure it´s not the cool breeze that comes to ease our pain or the sore in the teeth

there´s something in the air and i bet it´s not a devil call for the wrong bed or chamber with candlelight and rotten tongues

there´s something in the air and i guarantee it´s not like the thing when we met, sweat in the bar the dark bar with people drowning their miseries helped by the vodka and the clichés, when we met sweat and dying slowly in the dark under the arch of Eros and his bellicose helpers
i can feel the smell when i snare it goes trough my nose my bones and my hair

there´s something in the air.