Los Amantes

Everyone travels to the beach
Except for me
They order their cold beer
Please

Then they move on to wines
Sex and drugs with the neighbors
While I turn on the TV in the early morning
I flip through the programs without paying attention

And with a not very sharp pencil
I write what I later throw away
The lovers are setting up their game
I'm not sure if I still understand them
They hold hands and lick each other's bodies
Practicing all their desires

I no longer remember the scent of the sea
And I don't really care
Not about the lovers today
Not about those from a thousand years ago
Because I'm running at great speed

It's not certain that I can stop
If I crash into the pavement
There's nothing left to regret
Several sensors on their being
Recording all the pleasure

As if they were all under a spell
Feeling like they're not touching the ground
And the lovers keep increasing
While my pages keep filling up

In the middle of '88
I came into the world to discover the mud
Nostalgia, good and evil
Rich, poor, digital era

In the middle of '88
The lovers didn't feel hatred
They mixed years ago
Now they can't even look at each other