El Rumbo de Tus Sueños

I never remember you
Because I never forget you
Your body was the favorite
Lair of my body.

There is a trail of absence
Of literary coincidence
Of crazy harmonies
Of Aztec skin.

And now I have the arteries
Full of et ceteras
And a Spartan heart
And hands
That believe in miracles.

But they are so precious
They are so unpunctual
Like your beautiful sorrows
Like my fatal ones.

And now I have the arteries
Full of et ceteras
And a Spartan heart
And hands
That believe in miracles.

At the limit of trembling
Of divine conspiracy
The course of your dreams
Coincides
With my nightmares...