Espejismo n°7

Pages in blank and verses in the air
lies to believe in
Spells that never prevent disaster
crossroads I've walked through

Parables of saints and troublemakers
B-movie plots
Calendar girls for truck drivers
tains I've already taken

Thousands of half-drunk glasses
Footprints one would like to believe
that the earth is flat
and that you will come back

Stories of crazy psychoanalysts
songs to move
Green bottles with red liquid
deserts I once crossed

Fights in the street and verses in the shadow
something had to be done
Memories pile up under the rug
but today I forgot to sweep

Thousands of glasses...

I wrap my dreams in cellophane
I'll give them away tomorrow
While I'll thank the sky
don't know the reason

You'll remember me when I'm already dead
what can be done
But I think I remember Quevedo said
that