Drip Pop

Lately I've stopped watching the news,
why bother if I already know them.
Brainless, embittered,
hanging from the loose thread of the patched pocket,
I'm so easy that you'll lose me,
see, we already know each other well.

Almost as well as I know
the exact number of fly droppings
on the light bulb,
on my sleepless nights,
or the taste of your lips, he upper and the lower ones,
even if I change my name a thousand times
or the walls disguise as the horizon.
And between what I still don't know and what I don't want to know,
there's a space I've left empty,
for you to keep your things if you come with me.

And even if you get your hair tangled sleeping with the travelers,
like Charly García sang,
drinking peperina tea.
I've gotten used to you being touched by the gorillas,
not paying for drinks, collecting days,
doing just to do; why bother, if I already know it.
see, we already know each other well.

Almost as well as I know
the exact number of fly droppings
on the light bulb,
on my sleepless nights,
or the taste of your lips,
the upper and the lower ones,
even if I change my name a thousand times
or the walls disguise as the horizon.
And between what I still don't know and what I don't want to know,
there's a space I've left empty,
for you to keep your things if you come with me.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na...