No Me Canso

I don't get tired (Chaouen)

I am naked at dawn
on this top floor with sloping ceilings.
I don't know if I should go all out
or take a break in the bathroom.
I don't have money for the train that takes me to your neighborhood.
I need air in the lung of the sky of your lips.
The window has given in to the sun that warms me
and brings some sadness.
There is no alcohol left
who would be Christ at the Last Supper.
I don't know if I should send you a postcard
tattooed with illusions.
Or hallucinate a carnival full of pasodobles.
My heart drools aft.
I don't know where my clothes are
I must have lost them
along with fear.
I don't get tired of taking off my hat
When it rains to wet my songs.
And I won't realize in this damn life that
What I want is to fill your corners.
I don't get tired of looking at your face.
I don't get tired of living on stages.
And there are no more adversaries than us back to back
that love is three flowers that are watered daily.
The pupils already quench their thirst
in the poison of the vine.
I also invent the color of vowels
with a strawberry flavor.
Visit the light afternoon, blue, angel of prison light.
The sea burns and you are not here, and it gets later.
The window did without the sun
that migrates until tomorrow.
The long-awaited moon has arrived
that never prevents us from looking at each other.
There is a paradise in every skin
and a god in every man.
I keep putting song cushions on the sofa.
My heart drools aft...