Vírgen Del Fracaso

She sews with panties to put hearts, so much up and down,
so much answering so many prayers with straw arms,
and I keep ruminating, brandishing my sword through all the lines,
Help me, companion!, there are plenty of mousetraps for your corners,
those who say that their muse is no longer a virgin are contradicting themselves,
that it's the Virgin of the Moon, the one with impure words,
the biggest whore, the one who asks for four layers of paint
when she can't fall asleep.

I ask her not to come, that I want nothing more than to lick the bones,
that if she appears and wants me to kick her, I'll eat her with kisses,
and her lipstick slips as if it were blood forming clouds
Help me, companion!, there will be no more hunger than what you eat,
those who say that their muse is no longer a virgin are contradicting themselves,
that it's the Virgin of the Moon, the one with impure words,
the biggest whore, the one who asks for four layers of paint
when she can't fall asleep.

When you come for me... goodbye apron!, I close the shack,
if I stay in the fold... go sniff another dog's asshole who pays more attention to you,
I'm fluttering again, breaking glasses toasting your steps
between flight and flight,

And the poets who sing to you can all go to hell
if I get cocky I'll make moon landings at any hypermarket
those that sell verses and sonnets, and in some dirty place
I'll put them in any hole and I won't wear a suit...
...to shit on their dead
while I sweep my feet so as not to marry anyone who wants to milk the cow,
and in each hand a knife so that the air always flows,

Help me, little virgin!... being a whore and blessed was made for you...

When you come for me... goodbye apron!, I close the shack,
if I stay in the fold... go sniff another dog's asshole who pays more attention to you,
I'm fluttering again, breaking glasses toasting your steps
between flight and flight