La Herida
Enrique Bunbury
The Wound
it's always the same show,
the same spectator,
the same theater,
in which it acted so many times.
and losing reason
in such a real game
maybe it was a mistake,
heal this wound, please.
what's in two friends
when after all
they seem lost
and prefer others?
what do clumsy hands give,
ignoring what was given,
if once they clasped,
now they are deceived?
what made them move away
from their 'restless shore',
even for a moment
they think of those days?
it's always the same show,
the same spectator,
the same theater,
in which it acted so many times.
and losing reason
in such a real game
maybe it was a mistake,
heal this wound, please.
I have always preferred
a prolonged kiss,
even knowing it lies,
even knowing it's false.
what the hell happens
when looks don't meet?
the cockfight,
bets are accepted.
who sought shelter
somewhere else?
is it possible that the cold
comes with age?
it's always the same show,
the same spectator,
the same theater,
in which it acted so many times,
and losing reason
in such a real game
maybe it was a mistake,
heal this wound, please.
