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It doesn't make sense to count how the flowers
Rot and release very bad smells
It doesn't make sense to count what happens
Beauty also messes up the house

So many buckets, so many prescriptions
So many tired, worn-out quesadillas
So many new brooms that become used
So many talismans surrounding my pillow

It doesn't make sense to count how the heron
Dies violently and naked of deceit
These are songs that are forgotten gently
This is a bed and this is a belly

Give me your eyelets, give me to sew you
You have no buttons or locks
You have no shame with your nakedness
You don't have the flesh that fish have

Alone, I fill myself with grace
Like a cushion filled with misfortunes
Or feathers of a sacrificed goose
Only for the good of the side pain

Don't leave me alone because I abandon myself
And I call the dragons that are very greedy
And I start a fire that will be the calvary
Don't leave me alone like a calendar

Cleanse my hands of bad omens
Fill me with oregano, tulle, and cinnamon
Kiss my eyelashes, kiss my mane
Say that among other things I could be good

Say that you understand with the devils
That are circling around me to marry or hunt me
Say that you take care of me, say that you calm me
Say that you already know how to warm my soul

This was a pasodoble dedicated
To the "Association of bullfighters killing bulls and novices"