Pégate Un Tiro

I live on borrowed time
I smoke shrapnel
I can only offer you a sandcastle
on the front line of the beach
I sowed tropical seeds
in a winter son-in-law field
Oh! if my sorrows were only a one-day flower
my joys the smile of a dead man

If the sky starts to cry
get a chest out of that board
stop drooling
shoot yourself or find a camel

The party and the drums are over
the squid lid
not even God trusts you anymore
the flowers go to bed early
with any other loser
who is not worth more than me
I fill my space with colors
garlands, fires, lanterns, flags, and light bulbs
to celebrate you sinuously
I don't intend anything else
than your elusive hips
I move