1000 Leguas

I smoked the heart that I kept in a desk drawer
For the monkey to see me in the branches of your purgatory
Let the noises of your bedroom dress up
I invite them to dinner in the lights of my wake
I worked as a button in thread of insomnia and silk
And two sane people wove memories from a madhouse
How are you going to cry on horseback? The demon told me
If love hurts more at the gallop of some unicorn

When you make the cross, tell me and I'll put on the obituary
I did a master's degree in forgetting and in the end I left the career
I fell asleep dreaming that your side was burning
And in the end I woke up and ended up burning in your fire
Even if you don't want to

I'm tired of breaking boards
For believing you're the queen of fucking chess
That from so much hitting the wall
When I kiss you, I swear you only taste like a wall
I killed myself climbing your neck
But if I could, I would do it again
If drowning in sighs
Everything I look at is in a fish-eye
I have a thorn stuck
In my chest for not seeing a bed in your spine
And the retina stamped
On the ceiling from searching for you so much a shooting star
Give me a shovel and a bucket of dirt and I'll bury myself in the wings of a bird of prey

That prefers to fly in your war than to have to forget you nesting in peace
That my lips don't sound songs, just pieces
The batteries of the radio of your forearms ran out
I gave my jeans to an Indian who was barefoot
And I told him if you see Cupid, you give him the shot
I don't want to be a sailor in your relentless mouth anymore
There are no scissors for hairdressers of tongue hair

And now tell me what do I do with dog chains begging for perpetuity
If I prefer to scare away the Moon than howl at you a thousand leagues
Your border called eyebrow doesn't let me in
And the visa on your eyebrows doesn't work in your two continents
I wish the earth would be born again
And when forming Pangea, you and I were always one (always)
I'm on the street of lament, in the valley of thirsty kisses

And you like a witch draw bubbles
And push to creak my time needle
And my bed without you is a curb
A woolless bull, a dull lady
A hammer in the face, a dagger, a knife
A hallway with bullets looking for a trigger
And let death come to take inventory
With the calendar of your goodbyes
From writing you in life on the lips so much
I took out a dictionary of suicidal kisses
I wanted to offer you a path of roses sticking
Tiles of thorns and wounds
I never stopped feeling butterflies even though
Every prose was insecticide
Before you painted the water in my well
Now a sketch of sand and fire
Before you were a locksmith in my eyes
And now the bolt that locks my fears
Before you caught lies and lame
Today you pick me up in blind sticks
Before you passed crossing me in red
But today you run me over crossing your fingers

My lips don't sound songs, just pieces
The batteries of the radio of your forearms ran out
I gave my jeans to an Indian who was barefoot
And I told him if you see Cupid, you give him the shot
I don't want to be a sailor in your relentless mouth anymore
There are no scissors for hairdressers of tongue hair
And now tell me what do I do with dog chains begging for perpetuity
If I prefer to scare away the Moon than howl at you a thousand leagues