A Medio Pulmón

Half lung, there are things I owe you
Some song, a haircut, a bubble bath
and missing you more.

If I were born again, I would look for you without a doubt
Behind the moon, at dawn where you undress
Where I have the odds against me.

I had a hundred, little things left unsaid
There was extra paper, a bed of verses, a doubtful look
Cancer prognosis in the ashtray.

And you realized without looking back
That all my arteries need air
That all the neurons coming from the sea
Gladly grant me their dance
Once again the meaning has been misunderstood.

The things I never told you
Are the waitresses who season the recipe

of the early morning
(The things I never told you)
That you searched for in my pockets and there was nothing
For what I get sick and what I heal
for what I smoke for what it encloses
(The things I never told you)
are to blame that among my clothes
there are always panties
That I always go at sky level
and lie down on the roof of the morning
(The things I never told you)
That ultimately
are for the things why you left
For the things I never told you.

Half lung, today I sleep on the floor
The television a meaningless tale,
time escapes me
I keep weaving my spider web

And there will be no more 'where are you that I can't see you'
nor dead scared
nor statues of salt, nor whiskey without ice
Sun
nor drops of milk that reach the ceiling.

You wanted to hear things I never told you
nor do I intend to say they are otherwise in every silence
in every death I endure for you.

And you realized without looking back
That all my arteries need air
That all the neurons coming from the sea
Gladly grant me their dance
Once again the meaning has been misunderstood.

The things I never told you
Are the waitresses who season the recipe

of the early morning
(The things I never told you)
That you searched for in my pockets and there was nothing
For what I get sick and what I heal
for what I smoke for what it encloses
(The things I never told you)
are to blame that among my clothes
there are always panties
That I always go at sky level
and lie down on the roof of the morning
(The things I never told you)
That ultimately
are for the things why you left
For the things I never told you.