A Qué Huelen Las Nubes?

What does silence sound like,
What do clouds smell like,
What does the little butt I never had taste like.

What does failure taste like,
What do jealousy smell like,
and the farts of the models.

What do kisses smell like,
The tears and tenderness,
What do the dregs of madness taste like.

What do fears taste like,
The flow of the goddesses,
What do the thongs of the famous smell like.

Free sex,
How it sounds in your mouth: 'I need you',
The 'cash' confiscated in your corralito,
The heart that beats for litanies.

Poet project,
Watching porn movies on BETA video,
What do the dreams of my zipper smell like,
The beds of the brothel of my fantasies.

What does the past smell like,
The passing of the years,
The post-operative of disappointment.

What does oblivion taste like,
What does laughter smell like,
The prostitutes of the old folks who go to mass.

What does luck sound like,
What does desire taste like,
The pregnant virgins I don't believe in.

What do the footprints taste like,
that go from the taverns,
straight to the miracle of your crotch.

What do photos smell like,
The vomit of the Saturdays I don't vomit,
How the broken asses sound in Chueca,
The talk in the platinum of your septum.

The fucks you trust me with,
The garbage bags of orgies,
Death clapping for bulerías,
What do the sinking souls smell like.

I hate ideas,
The fucks sheltered by the tides,
Betty la fea's underwear,
The compliments that make you blush,
The love letters from dictators,
the drunk reverse without the license,
Oral sex without a condom online,

And all your reproaches,
What does the absence of good nights taste like,
The ruins caused by excesses,
What does your skin sound like,
Far from my skin.

The waves, the loves,
What does the urine of losers taste like,
The lung cancer of smokers,
What do the horns of adultery sound like.

The embers of sin,
What do the vices I haven't tried taste like,
The broken illusions, the uncorking
Of bottles of life in the cemetery,

The premeditations,
The cum on the tip of condoms,
The arrhythmias of the ace of hearts,
The echo in the head of goodbyes.

What do the lists smell like,
of the super sluts in magazines,
the animal passion at first sight,
the scraps of the soul that you don't sew,

The fairies' tampons,
the jerks at 6 in the morning,
the euros I pay you for the blowjob,
the moon of the voyeur in the suburbs.

The hands that grope you,
The swing of Kournikova's wonder bra,
The silent confessions of the alcoves,
The crazy caliqueño of the portals,

What do the doors sound like,
That I close drunk on Calle Huertas,
what does the libido of the dead smell like,
The luminous hollow of the cleavages,

The spiciest dreams,
The dangerous game of lovers,
tits with cream low in colorants,
Look at you with lust without it showing.

What do the cloooouuudddssss smell like...