La piel en los labios

From Madrid to London passing through Paris, the world was ours for an instant. We burn ourselves in the fire, we wallow in the earth and we soak in the sea. So alive, so free; we tested everything. But we understood that we were facing the end when what had united us began to separate us and, in the air, we were two planes with 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?