La Herida Secreta
Enrique Bunbury
The Secret Wound
He carries in his guts
cartoons
sad and misguided attics
of a lost childhood.
A riddle, a crucifix
wrapped in a mystery
inside an enigma and five stigmas
like stains of resentment.
He invents a world
that becomes true
Don't dream, he warns you
or you will have a new disappointment.
As if it were perfect
a secret wound
discreet and fair
like an epidemic
if you all from back then
are no longer the same as yesterday.
That voice that springs from him
takes me out of whispers
from future poets
that he wants to frequent.
His patience ran out
innocence is a nuisance
or a delusion of grandeur
going against the general opinion.
There is no solution
what happens is that it's better
a timely escape
or else you will have
a new disappointment.
As if it were perfect
a secret wound
discreet and fair
like an epidemic
if you all from back then
are no longer the same as yesterday.
As if it were perfect
a secret wound
discreet and fair
like an epidemic
if you all from back then
are no longer the same as yesterday
