La Herida

Tell me
Who’s the employee of the month in your life right now?
Tell me
Who’s the squid you’re gonna leave without its ink?
Now my life is a mountain
I’m climbing it with baggage, on a wall without a harness
I’ll tell you the reasons

I never listened to advice, I was warned, just look at me!
I asked for a moment of silence, for those who talked too much

Then you kicked me out and I called the union
I had the right to forty laments for every kiss I got
And this wound as a gift

Tell me who escapes carrying wounds, now and forever
Tell me who escapes, who doesn’t carry wounds? One or twenty
Oh

It never heals, it opens up if you look at it and travels on my skin
And it bleeds when it wants, it heals when it hurts. There’s nothing I can do
And at the end of the day, it keeps you alive and screams: Lay down
It advises me on every decision about matters of the heart

What an obscenity your memory is

I know someone who’s a good tennis player, it’s game and set
After playing on silk courts, oh, what a setback!
And it leaves a taste of defeat
After receiving a diploma that says: You tried
And this wound as a gift

Tell me who escapes carrying wounds, now and forever
Tell me who escapes. Who doesn’t carry wounds? One or twenty
Oh

It never heals, it opens up if you look at it and travels on my skin
And it bleeds when it wants, it heals when it hurts
There’s nothing I can do
What an irony
It’s much more alive than my own being
It advises me on every decision about matters of the heart

What a blessing your memory is

And I love it, I love my wound so much
It’s all that’s left of you
Long live it!