Desde Madrid a Londres pasando por París, el mundo fue nuestro por un instante. Nos quemamos en el fuego, nos revolcamos en la tierra y nos empapamos en el mar. Tan vivos, tan libres; todo lo probamos. Pero entendimos que estábamos ante el fin cuando aquello que nos había unido empezó a separarnos y, en el aire, fuimos dos aviones con rutas diferentes. Lo que queda después del amor es lo que nos define. Llevas mi piel en los labios, pero, nunca lo supe con seguridad, los usaste para morderme o para besarme?

ENGLISH DESCRIPTION

In this his third collection of poems Miguel Gane, a leading author of a new generation of poets, transports us to a universe full of sensuality in which the senses are essential protagonists. Poems that tell the beginning and the end of love from eroticism to the physical touch, like a slight whisper that gently goes under your skin.

From Madrid to London via Paris, the world was ours for an instant. We burned ourselves in the fire, we wallowed in the earth, and we soaked in the sea. So alive, so free; we tried everything. But we understood that we were facing the end when that which used to unite us began to separate us, and soon we were two planes going in different routes. What remains after love is what defines us. You wear my skin on your lips, but I never knew for sure, did you use them to bite me or to kiss me?