Nuestros Nombres
Enrique Bunbury
Our Names
how strange desire tightens
today how distant agreement appears
miles away, so unattainable,
that look enchanted me.
even opening the dream wide
I go with eyes always open.
for enduring, I toast in silence.
and we don't even know our names,
we don't ignore our excesses,
but your mere presence
sickens and empties me.
with a shout of hope
I say goodbye.
and each day asks its night
what it would do in the same disguise.
to nod without having understood
that those hands besiege me.
tell me: would you paint a face with wings?
dawn, some confusing winks.
turning around
afraid to look back.
and we don't even know our names,
we don't ignore our excesses:
but your mere presence
sickens and empties me.
with a shout of hope
I say goodbye.
knowing
how it empties
and with a shout of hope
I say goodbye.
