La Góndola

How beautiful is Venice, how alone I am in the gondola

How beautiful is Venice, how alone I am in it
I should be dead, for me this is already the extension
He died of grief when the turtledove left him
I said to the taster: Let her poison me
I eat the apple without even knowing what it has

Who will cry if they shoot us like Fede?
Supervillains never appear on TV
And this is my concoction for the malaje, so drink up
Pack your bags, you owe me this trip
But the mother said: He wants much, but has nothing
And that widow's bed is full of carnations

On the sofa bed, only sex and cinema
If a clear conscience never sleeps, what do you write?
I need these regrets, they redeem me
I've been through this shit before, it always happens again

Let what rewards what oppresses prevail
I know it depresses you, that mascara, it runs and never moans
I dream of you, I wake up thinking about you
You my oil tanker and I the Somali pirate
I sit on your laurels, I sail on your pleasures, I get angry with the walls

Tell me that you would die for me
I know I love you because it hurts, we are on our way to Anderes
The body and the psyche, matter and beings

I remember her, like she did that night
He was not from Granada nor did he hear reproaches
One day my mother threw the rattle at me
I walk home alone talking to the gondolier

I remember her, like she did that night
We soaked the car windows
The day I saw you, you gave me back my bib
And I return home alone without knowing the path

I take care of your garden, you watch over my orchards
The lipstick stains on my L's mouthpiece
Mom said: Bad bug never dies
We love each other face to face, we argue on social media

My coffee shop is the one you pass by
I collect apathy and a heart in pieces
I come back every day for my dose of failure
That I didn't love her, okay, I'm a liar

That old cat has already spent six lives
Cardboard heart, he loves me only in words
I'm going to make love to you, don't fall asleep
Don't look at the clock, we're leaving soon

I remember her, like she did that night
He was not from Granada nor did he hear reproaches
One day my mother threw the rattle at me
I walk home alone talking to the gondolier

I remember her, like she did that night
We soaked the car windows
The day I saw you, you gave me back my bib
And I return home alone without knowing the path