El Cazador
Buitres
The Hunter
A dagger of black eyes
inviting me at last
preparing the poison
and I ran out of
drops, but hangover cures
to be able to sleep.
Beast over men
forcing to sweat
when leaving work
my body is no longer there
music in the caves
we change our skin.
The hunter in the village
tours in the world of ice
fire walks with me
we are already going to get lost.
