Luz de Pregonda

If your mother knew
What you do at night
It wouldn't be so bad

If behind in the car
You knew my name
I wouldn't have stayed silent

If the moon has no color
If bad wine suits me better

A brave lady
Burning at the stake
My cowardly verses

If writing teaches how to write
What am I doing still instead of kissing you

I'll trade the applause for
A weekend in Cádiz
And that's when I stopped being good
And on the beach of the wind
It rained on us
And when a 'I love you' got wet
And when getting dressed again
She laughed

Her saliva in the subway's mouth
I give up all kings for a camel
If there are two dying of love
At this very moment
It would already be worth it
To relive this story
In their honor

I have no more strength left
But I live if it snows