We report, we have friends, we
trains, the laughter, the bars, we
doubt and faith, sumo and I, we
motels, cabins, and altars. We
emergency, loves to kill, we
silence, snuff, reasons, we
Venice, we have Manhattan, we
ashes of revolutions.
We have shoes, proudly present
have manners, modesty, wheezing,
we face, we have the teeth, saliva
, cynicism, insanity, desire. We
sex and rock and drugs
foot in the neighborhood, and the outcry, we
Quintero, León and Quiroga, Bisnes
and a slope with Pedro Botero.
More than one hundred words, over a hundred reasons not to cut
a gash veins, over a hundred pupils
where to see us live more than a hundred lies
worthwhile.
We have a hidden ace up its sleeve, we
nostalgia, piety, insolence, Fellini
nuns, priests Berlanga,
poison hangover, perfume, violence.
We have a ceiling with books and kisses,
have the illness, jealousy, blood, mist
we stuck to the bones,
have the luxury of not being hungry. We
Achilles heels without funds,
Sunday clothes, no flag,
summer clouds, wars of Macondo,
mushrooms in November of spring fever.
Bowers, magazines, hallways, guns,
that matter, sorry, hastasiempre, I love you
Atleti fans, gangsters Coppola, Veronica and room
Curro Romero. We
evil of melancholy,
thirst and anger, noise and nuts, we
water and twice a day,
the holy miracle of loaves and fishes. We
lolitas, we gallants;
Lennon and McCartney, Gardel and Le Pera,
have horoscopes, Bibles, Korans,
ramblas on the moon, virgin wax. We
shipwrecks
dream beaches of islands are named neither law nor routine
have wounds, we medals,
laurels of glory, crown of thorns. We
whims, inflatable dolls,
fallen angels, sailing boats, poor
delicious, rich miserable
Tooth Fairy, toothache. We
projects withered,
perfect crimes not committed, bridal portraits
forgot us,
and soul on offer than ever sold.
We have poets, hung, rogue
Quixote and Sancho, Babel and Sodom,
grandparents who always won battles,
roads led to Rome than ever. Joaquín Sabina
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