Me Corten La Lengua

You told me: Paint me and I painted a moon
Waning crescent moon with a pruning glove
Waving pots with the other hand
With the noise of the waves, which has her in love
And you cried when you saw it: Imagine that I paint you
A radiant sun and I put it in front, for when you're not here

Cut my throat if I don't see butterflies
Fluttering at your pace
If I don't shed a tear for a bay
When you're completely lost
Stumbling with me

I asked you not to tie me up and we started
With knots in our hands, handcuffs, and a muzzle
Later, when the day no longer rules
We'll put on a straitjacket and start dancing
And stumble among so many feet that don't know how to hold us
Or take away the keys to the night

May I have a bad death or have my tongue cut off
If I loved you wrongly
You gave me such a fever, I gave you a dog instead of a hare
And we remained at peace

If you were undressing at night, it wasn't to see me
What you wanted was fifty and the bed, with whoever it didn't matter
With old logs or skulls hiding teeth
With long fingers that have no one to point at
With stumps writing straight on crooked lines
With forgetfulness that always remembers to resurrect
With clocks calculating for me and not understanding
That I haven't given up, I wanted to fail

May flies swarm around me, attracted by the drawers
That I once closed for you
If zippers beat to the rhythm of springs
That they don't want to open
If the sun falls in pieces, and with it the drunken God
Who wanted to make you suffer
Who breathed his bad breath on you, which I turned into cement
To make you smile