Corazón De Madera

You look at me and I know you lie
t hat you lie and you are wrong
because the love you provoke
is not what you feel.
I know well that you feel nothing
I guess it in your gaze
but I go after you
as if you loved me.

You practice tenderness
like a poorly born love
and you love me with some
dispossessed kisses.
With treacherous kisses
so full of selfishness
that they are only comparable
to terrorism.

You are like a bonfire
wooden heart,
one day in the same fire of your pleasure
you will get lost.

I feel like a scoundrel
pursued by myself
drowning in the abyss
of your entrails.
Your entrails are words
words from mouth to mouth
that raise an altar
and place you there.

I baptize you with a name
quite vulgar and I ask
that whoever listens to me
does not feel offended.
My words do no harm
more harm do those who lie
and go through this world
as innocents.

You are like a bonfire ...