Desarma Y Sangra

Your time is a glass
Your love a fakir, my body a needle
Your mind a tapestry
If leeches can't hurt you
There's no school that teaches how to live
The watchful angel discovers the thief
Cuts off his hands
Takes away his voice
People hide
Or barely exist
Forgetting the man, forgetting God
I look around
Wounds that come, suspicions that go
And here I am
Thinking about the soul that thinks
And for thinking, it's not a soul
Disarm and bleed