Mierda Y Cuchara

Tell me, tell me, who hung the sea from your eyelashes?
And now the dock of manure has become the corner of kisses
Thirst for lemon, swaying like reeds
And in the hollow of my back and the wall hangs your nest upside down
And each egg laid is nothing and each kiss on the mouth is nothing
As if nothing had happened

A trail of Moon will be our home
Of this Moon so damn with silver breasts
It will be the lull of freedom
That has caught for you and for me in the rubber of its panties

Tell me about the rain, about the shitty days and spoon
About the strange decay of love, when nothing is missing
Because I know that knowledge did not serve to harm your lips
And that you have more than enough of everything that comes after, from I love you and I do too
And my rib torn out is nothing, and each broken trill is nothing
That we were, are, and will be nothing

A downpour of suns will fall on our bed
That only wants loves with wet legs
And let us ignite, it is not necessary
To stand up, you like a Moon in heat and me like a goat

I will water, unintentionally, with silence, stars, your room
That longs for nothing more than the scream of the paper on which I have written my task
That will never serve anything if its thunder remains in nothing
When its sap no longer waters anything

A trail of Moon will be our home
Of this Moon so damn with silver breasts
It will be the lull of freedom
That has caught for you and for me in the rubber of its panties