Buscando En La Basura
La Fuga
Searching In The Trash
Sad,
Like the dog on the highway;
Like a turtle in a hurry;
Like a nun in a brothel.
Alone,
Like when you left:
Like when you're not touched
By a woman's lips.
Today I've seen myself again...
Absurd,
Like a Sunday afternoon;
Like bullets in the air;
Like the damn alarm clock.
Useless,
Like the kisses you didn't give;
Like a body getting dressed
When I undress.
And now that I'm lonelier than the moon
Negotiating gasoline for this dawn.
You see, I'm searching in the trash
For lips that tell me: 'stay tonight'.
Like a drunk in the desert;
Like a princess in the subway;
Like a voiceless prisoner.
Like a homeless Christmas;
Like a dolphin in the dead sea;
Like the tear that wets your mattress.
Empty,
Like the rich man's heart;
Like the beggar's pocket;
Like rented kisses.
Confused,
Like a night without shelter;
Like the phrases I no longer write to you
So you come back again.
