El Hombre Conflictuado Kon Sus Propios Designios

On the hill of the goblins
In that citadel of cobwebs and eternal armless enigmas
There was a multitude of whirlwinds
In the middle, was that rare voice
Proclaiming the beat of dreams in the rigid song of his eyes
That urged me to kiss the most tired stream of your lips.

I sailed between the legs of your fingers
And suddenly a light sat down
Go in search of a dream:
Don't take the air from me, don't take the sun from me
I went in search of things I'll never need
Because here...
I can be happy in many other ways
I can be happy by complicating things
Conversing with the night
Inquiring if the moon has moved or is hiding
Because I call her and she doesn't respond...

I went in search of things I'll never need
Because here...
I can be happy
Without god and without flags,
Without more emblem than two shinbones and a skull
I can be happy
Without a homeland or borders,
Without more foundation than a flower or your riverbank
I can be happy
Without shitty politicians,
Without currency, police, or animals in my diet
I can be happy
Without all that crap!,
Without more ideal than rain or your gaze

I can be happy without you... but I don't want to!!
Why would I leave this pleasurable suicide?

And besides... because I love you!!
Like a madman, I wait for you!...
Between the legs of your fingers!