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I will keep searching in the silence of the lakes
That have already forgotten their waters
Due to salt and disappointment
I don't forget what I sing

I suck and suck, I suck everything
I suck what I want and if I don't want it, I don't suck it
But I keep sucking, I suck it all
I suck what I want and if I don't want it, I don't

I will keep searching in the smell and in the silence
Of the beds summoned by excessive pleasures
Where I always find nothing
And nothing is something

I consider well suffered what I have suffered
I consider well cried what I have cried
Because in the end, I have understood
That what the tree has in bloom
Lives off what it has buried

I will keep searching in the disorder of desire
And in the poisonous milk
Of dreams where there is no catechism
And the abysses are not felt

Because there are fingers that hurt
And there are sins that pamper us
Because there are children that don't arrive
And there are ideas that drift away
Without looking at how our hands age

If together our naked lips like bodies
And our bodies together like naked lips
Did not form one body and one breath
It wouldn't be our love, it wouldn't be our love

I will keep searching in the silence
Of the thirst in your body
To give you seawater, clear water, and fine water
To give you the water that originates

Who would believe in what I wrote again
Without realizing, ridiculous love letters
The truth is that today my memories
Of those love letters
Are the ones that are ridiculous

I will keep searching always for mint between your legs
Because I know you cultivate it
Because I know you don't forget me
Because I search just to see if I find

Tridentate Larrea or governor
Who is the protector of peyotes
The rotundifolia and the pseudocoryphantas mammillarias
The echinocactus and the jacamatracas

I will keep searching among the fools, the screwed
The wounded photographers
Those who have never decided
Because each one chooses a bit of their oblivion

I didn't kneel and I won't kneel
I will keep searching in my old age
The nudity in my voices
I sing things I don't sing and sing songs I don't sew
I sing and sing that haunts me and I don't care about anal sex
Being virginal, being abnormal
Put salt on the animal, total, total, total
That's how I am, conventional

I will keep living as long as they have orgasms in dreams
Thank you for allowing me to enter your homes
Old is the gate on a tray, the eyebrow on the gate
Both on the gate, lentil in the ear

The sheep in a tangle, tangle in the tangle
If there's no bee in the moral, bee in the ear
The ear in the bee no longer controls me
It leaves me, it leaves me, it leaves me, it leaves me, it leaves me perplexed

I will keep searching in the silence of my body
In the silence of the cacti
The silence of silence
Of the silence of the beginning

I will keep, I will keep searching
I will keep, I will keep finding
I will keep, I will keep searching
I will keep, I will keep finding