Peces de Ciudad

She combed her hair like a garçon
The traveler who wanted to teach me how to kiss
At the Gare d'Austerlitz

Spring of a love
Yellow and frugal like the Sun
From the Indian summer of San Martín

Some say it was me
The first to forget
When in a B flat by Jacques Brel
I met Mademoiselle Amsterdam

In the frivolous New York
It casts more shade than lemon trees
The Statue of Liberty

But in Desolation Row
The sirens of the oil tankers
Don't let you laugh or fly

And in the chorus of Babel
A Spanish voice sings off-key
There's no law but the law of treasure
In King Solomon's mines

And defying the waves, without rudder or helmsman
Through my dreams, lightly packed
On a nutshell, my heart travels
Displaying the tattoos of a buccaneer past
Of a boarding sailboat, of a
Of a 'I don't want to love you'

And how to escape when there are no islands left to shipwreck
To the country where the wise retire
From the grievance of seeking lips that drive you crazy
Lies that win trials so summary that degrade
The glass of the city fish aquariums

Who bit the hook
Who dive close to the ground
Who don't deserve to swim

Gold was a shampoo
Virtue, arms crossed
Sin, a webpage

In Comala, I understood
That the place where you were happy
You shouldn't try to return

When on a regular flight
I stepped on the sky of Madrid
I was awaited by a newlywed
Who didn't remember me

And defying the waves, without rudder or helmsman
Through my dreams, lightly packed
On a nutshell, my heart travels
Displaying the tattoos of a buccaneer past
Of a boarding sailboat, of a
Of a woman's garter

And how to escape when there are no islands left to shipwreck
To the country where the wise retire
From the grievance of seeking lips that drive you crazy
Lies that win trials so summary that degrade
The glass of the city fish aquariums

Who lost their courage
On a pile of junk
On a beach without sea