Los Libros de la Buena Memoria

The wine warms dreams as it breathes
From its mouth of greenish sweetness
And among the books of good memory
He stays listening like a blind man in front of the sea.
My voice will reach him
My mouth too
Maybe I'll confide
That you were the trace of the future.

Red and green lights of love
Perform under a halo of rush
What strange shadow hid you from my wink
That you never heard the rustling of the leaves?

Well, I will write to you
I will make you cry
My mouth will kiss
All the tenderness of your aquarium.

But if the moon turned red with thirst
Or the impalas roamed your shelf
Wouldn't you triumph in your soul again?
I know you would make long journeys to arrive.

I'm standing here
Waiting for you
Everything darkened
I don't know if the sea will rest...

A stem will have grown in the walnut tree
The light will have stained faithless people
This bottle has emptied so well
That not even dreams are sheltered from the noise.

Liquor, don't come back
Stop laughing
It's not needed anymore
You can already see the tigers in the rain.