La Luna Me Sabe a Poco

He said he had his heart tiled up to the ceiling
That maybe I could make him a border of kisses
To fill the pockets of the apron with future
And hang a memory from each tile

And nothing disgusts him more, than enduring like a rock
Waiting for winter to pass
Telling him we'll see each other again
Having lived in a whistle
Proud of having been an unrestrained mare
Worn out from walking on the ground

I told him that at night seas came out of my pores
Dreaming that he spoke to me and I clung to his vocal cords
That no one can sleep listening to my heartbeat
That it seems like I'm chewing on glass

I have a cat in my guts, a trembling in my eyelashes
And very little time
If he tells me we'll see each other again
I start breaking the blinds, to leave through my window
The path open, if he gets tired of walking on the ground

We'll set the table, you stay by my side
To eat at dawn whatever the hands want
And for dessert a cursed sun that finishes driving me crazy
You already know that the moon always tastes little to me

He said he had his heart tiled up to the ceiling
That maybe I could make him a border of kisses
To fill the pockets of the apron with future
And hang a memory from each tile

We'll set the table, you stay by my side
To eat at dawn whatever the hands want
And for dessert a cursed sun that finishes driving me crazy
You already know that the moon always tastes little to me