Pedro el Escamoso

I met her one afternoon
with her guitar hunting boleros
to wear a jean
and a little yellow rose in her hair
What are you going to do, she asked me, smiling
whatever you want, I replied
we went to the sea and wet our dreams
I winked my eyes and a dolphin
painted a curly wave on her chest

Then we laughed and broke the ice
and broke the ice
we bit our fingers
we bit our fingers
like a viola in a cello solo

You're like a little ant
that kisses and stings me
that runs down my back
and lies in my beard
to study geography

You're like a trapeze artist
who crosses my tongue
and your circus of flowers lifts me and drops me
losing count
losing count

And I felt like crying
but only in my right eye
she talked about the moon and Chopin
and I played the Prelude of a kiss

Then we laughed and broke the ice
and broke the ice
we bit our fingers
we bit our fingers
like a viola in a cello solo

You're like a little ant
that kisses and stings me
that runs down my back
and lies in my beard
to study geography

You're like a trapeze artist
who crosses my tongue
and your circus of flowers lifts me and drops me
losing count
losing count

day...
kisses