La Piedra Invisible

The invisible stone inside my new shoes
The clumsy teeth clashing in a first kiss
The touch on the lens of that diabolic finger
Breaking the picture I took of the perfect dawn
Peas in beds with ten thousand mattresses
Awkward silences in conversations
With passing people
Women on the verge of not paying attention to me for many reasons

The man who doesn't stop talking in the back row
Of the bad play that in the end gives you back life
The blood that flows from the paradoxical wound
That I got finding the lost needle in the haystack

The gray hair in my beard
The hair in my soup
The cloud raining in the sky of my mouth
The bitter pipe in the crack in the glass
The drop of wine on your white dress

Ways to know that your absence still hurts
Ways to feel anew the goodbyes
Ways to know that lies no longer work
Ways to feel anew the goodbyes

The thirty minutes I lost for not seeing the way out
That turned such a happy trip into a nightmare
Songs that were once our favorites
That woke us up until we gave up on them

The gray hair in my beard
The hair on my couch
The cloud raining in the sky of my mouth
The bitter pipe in the crack in the glass
The drop of wine on your white dress

Stones will keep growing
Sharp blades
Stones
And they will fill my shoes with you
Heavy, eternal, still
But firmer will be the steps that take me away from your war
Turning me into a madman who, out of pure innocence
Laughs and dreams
Of waking up in one piece
Intact
Virgin of absences
Surviving the beasts that populated our ruins
And that changed routine for anger
Forgetfulness and treacherous party
But stones will keep growing
Sharp blades
Stones
Ways to know that your absence still hurts
Ways to feel anew the goodbyes
Ways to know that lies no longer work
Ways to feel anew the goodbyes