Nails grow for a fortnight

A child with no hair yet on his upper lip

Eyes wide open

To pretend to suavely stroke his forehead

One's long nails into his tender breast

One drinks the blood

Licking the wounds

The boy cries

¿Haven't you ever tasted your blood?

Tears of your true love

Those hoarse shrieks of death

¿What shall become of me on the Day of Judgement?

¡Forgive me child!