1000 Leguas

I smoked the heart that I kept in a desk drawer
For the monkey of seeing me in the branches of your purgatory
Let the noises in your bedroom dress up
I invite you to dinner under the lights of my wake

I worked with buttons on thread and insomnia
And two sane people wove memories from a mental asylum
How are you going to cry on horseback? The devil told me
If love hurts more at the gallop of some unicorn

When you make the cross for me, tell me and I will put the obituary
I did a master's degree in forgetfulness and in the end I dropped out of the course
I fell asleep dreaming that your truth was burning
And in the end I woke up and ended up burning in your bonfire, even though you don't want me to

I'm tired of breaking boards because I think you're the queen of fucking chess
That from hitting the wall so much when kissing you I swear that you only taste like a wall to me
I already killed myself climbing up your neck but if I could I would do it again
If by drowning myself swimming in sighs all I see is in fish eye

I carry a thorn stuck in my chest for not seeing a bed in your spine
And the retina stamped on the ceiling from looking for 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
I would rather fly in your war than have to forget you nesting in La Paz

That my lips do not sound songs, only pieces
The batteries in your forearm radio are dead
I gave my jeans to a barefoot Indian
And I told him if you see Cupid you'll give him the arrow

I no longer want to be a sailor in your mouth without respite
There are no scissors for hairdressers with tongue hairs
And now tell me what I do with dog chains begging for life
If I prefer to scare away the Moon than to howl at you 1000 leagues away

Your border called between the eyebrows does not let in
And the visa on your eyebrows is not valid on your two continents
I wish the earth would be reborn again
And when forming Pangea you and I were one always (always)

I am in the street of regret, in the valley of thirsty kisses
And you, like a witch, draw bubbles and push my time needle to creak
And my bed without you is a curb, a bull without wool, a lady without shine
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 farewells
From writing so much in life on your lips
I took out a dictionary of suicidal kisses

I wanted to offer you a bed of roses
Gluing tiles of thorns and wounds
I never stopped feeling butterflies
Even if every prose were insecticide

Before you painted the water in my well
Now a sketch of sand and fire
You used to be a locksmith in my eyes
And now the lock that locks my fears

Before you caught lies and cripples
Today you pick me up in blindfolds
Before you used to cross me on red
But today you run over me crossing your fingers

That my lips do not sound songs, only pieces
The batteries in your forearm radio are dead
I gave my jeans to a barefoot Indian
And I told him if you see Cupid you'll give him the arrow

I no longer want to be a sailor in your mouth without respite
There are no scissors for hairy-tongued barbers
And now tell me what I do with dog chains begging for life
If I prefer to scare away the Moon than to howl at you 1000 leagues away