Ocho Mares

I am a cutting from the mat
That hurts and shakes
And no one can untie
I am from the same cord
With which the male is hanged
Who knows he's a cockroach
Who crouches if I crouch
Today, I am my own enemy

I didn't find out about the landing
And I was left alone
With a feather on each flank
Gnawing on a paper

I am the shadow that shelters
The excessive navel
That always is what it seems
I am half a heart
And killer of another half
Who died for being a son of a bitch
Because I have no remedy
I am, almost nothing I am

I thought there was no beast
That could break the shell
Where the spare tire was hidden
And the house flooded

My joy will return
To say that it lifted
The skirt of these places
Where the day does not dawn
Who would say that I am not
The one left over from eight seas?

I am a rumor that clears away rubble
That knows it all
That shrinks if it mentions you
I am outside the crowd
And I will be forgotten
From the treacherous sidewalk
From the one-eyed who look at me
Today I go hand in hand with myself

I didn't find out about the landing
And the house flooded
My joy will return
To say that it lifted
The skirt of these places
Where the day does not dawn
Who would say that I am not
The one left over from eight seas?

It will return as I wanted
When the curtain falls
Playing in other bars
It will return and will not be mine
Who would say that I am not
The one left over from eight seas?