La Persiana

Moon with a foul tongue
that harasses insults at my blinds
because its brightness doesn't pass through.

Strip of all things black
that in my deceitful eyes
searches inside and to start a fight
with my mysteries.

And let the moon come in...
and let the moon come in!

Today it's rounder
than the nipples of those who mention me
than the little hills it used to provide me
and not studying.

I don't want moons of sad songs
I want the concrete of my city
I want my story, my sky
and the moon that in the sky of my Bellavista
I see shining

and let the moon come in!

And now that I'm rotten
that I sweat comfortably dead from the cold
that I suffocate with the breath of humidity.

And now that hating
the sun, its rays and commandments
I sit in my dark cave and breathe
and wait.

Let the moon come in...

Today it's rounder
than the nipples of those who mention me
than the little hills it used to provide me
and not studying.

I don't want moons of sad songs
I want the concrete of my city
I want my story, my sky
and the moon that in the sky of my Bellavista
I see shining

and let the moon come in!

Path to the farmhouse and to the hermitage and to smoke
I feel like a prisoner, I feel like a prisoner of my people and my friendship
that I carry a soul in my hand that cries for me, that cries for me in despair
tears of water and song but of happiness.

Let the moon, let the moon
and let the moon come in.