Nostalgias Imperiales
Enrique Bunbury
Imperial Nostalgias
The countryside is sacred
The city not so much
It gifts its wine
In silence
Chimera of the Moon
In greater gold
Imperial nostalgias
Reed boat
Forgotten
For having suffered
So much
It waters my deserts
With borrowed body
With eucalyptus eyes
And blind pupils
Delirious letters
From the Marseille tarot
And temporary guest
Tenant on earth
Who has seen monsters
Prettier than men
Like you
Under this wandering sky
Out of pure boredom
The gathered species
Decided to survive
Awake asleep
Wounded sleepwalker
Crying became
Such a frequent tick
So many times so much
Silencing a thousand ships
And the wings of your feet
Made of quetzal feathers
Collected in offerings
Sacrifices of your own
Blood
Under this wandering sky
Out of pure boredom
The gathered species
Decided to survive
