Romance De Jose Etxailarena

I escaped from bed.
As good as it was with your cinnamon kisses,
with your sun oozing as if it were foam,
but come on, prepare the landfill,
I ignite and roll very flamenco down the stairs,
like a gust of wind, like a vine,

"this boy will never amount to anything",
they whisper as they pass by
and I inhale life in three puffs,
the first sets the mattress on fire,
the second turns all the weather vanes,
the third sweeps the ditches of my heart,

and love enters, thin and wet, like a fishbone,
like a kiss held up to the light,
and with him comes you,
with your hair like shoe polish,
like a well-thrown compliment,

it's like getting out of jail,
although when I'm with you, red wine runs through my veins
and leaving your navel isn't worth it,
why?, to find myself lost?,

to roll like the little stones of the river to the sea?,
to find your world?... I already have mine,

"that boy is going to ruin himself",
they whisper as they pass by
and I take life in three puffs,
the first barricades itself in a corner,
the second hurts me less,
the third is climbing the steps of my heart,

and love enters, thin and wet,
like a fishbone,
like a kiss held up to the light,
and with him comes you,
with your hair like shoe polish,
like a well-thrown compliment,

there's no romance or flower that oozes love living in a vase,
they can't be watered with salty water the rosemary plants,
they would die without reason, almost like the smell of greenhouses,
real stems shouldn't be broken... no...