Otro Lugar
Malpais
Another Place
In the red of the evening,
the certainty of not being
freezes among the ice
of another whiskey.
The wave of anonymity
the avenue, the bar. Then
the rosary of channels,
the screen...
Then I wander among camels:
just a detail
of the magical painting
without sense;
and again the open eye,
that finger of terror,
returns me to the battle bus.
You know well that I don't know
where your feet
left me the now
and the after.
If I knew where you are,
how you are, where you're going,
if I found a clue
it would be great, it would be...
With the smoke of nine
I think that's what the clock says
I get lost in a skirt too...
the scandal of fashion, the transvestites, the soccer,
a neckline I don't look at yet...
She passes to the back of the bar, with purse and cell phone...
her perfume graffiti on my forehead
Two arrive hallucinating about a trip on the internet
I realize I'm alone, suddenly...
You know well that I don't know
where your feet
left me the now
and the after.
If I knew where you are,
how you are, where you're going,
if I found a clue
it would be great, it would be...
I don't know if after all, I'll find another place
or if I'll still be looking for you
(I don't know if you would help me
to find where your feet
left me the now
and left me...)