Hasta Los Huesos

I know horoscopes don't help
and that the cards disguise
when I ask about you.
I know this is going to be very complicated
a 300-degree turn
but all for you.

I know that everyone has their price
but mine is in your chest
since the day I saw you.
And I know you have confiscated my soul
and where your skirt begins
I have marked the future.

And without you, my day is buried
to the bones of the sofa
and falling further down.
Without you, my day is buried
under any armchair
defeated, slow, strange.
Without you, my day is buried
uninhabitable and desolate...

I know you colonize my shores
and that in my seventh rib
you have founded a city.
I know I am your eyes plus my time
a quarter of any moment
multiplied if you are there.

I know that everyone...
And without you...