Relojes En La Oscuridad

It could all be a lie
well-decorated,
lyrics for a song
who cares if it was past or not.

I only find myself in my papers
crazy thoughts,
they come from an immortal circus
and show me what I don’t know about you.

I would never change
this casual universe
where the seeds of the absurd and the brilliant grow,
where iron twists and becomes essential.

I have a thirty-hour watch
it starts ticking when I write,
when the sense fades away
and I slowly get closer to you.

Like a powerful torrent,
mud mixed with glass,
they emerge onto the paper
and take shape, madness and peace.

I would never change
this casual universe
where the seeds of the absurd and the brilliant grow,
where iron twists and becomes essential.

A world that was, for not stopping being it will be,
my hotel room with windows to the sea.

I hear your voice asking for what will never exist
by force of remembering what never happened.

I’ve learned to be just another piece
a link in the dark.

There’s a way to stop time
by messing up evolution
and in prehistory find
those eyes I can’t forget.

I’m not afraid of what you tell me,
nor those stories from beyond,
I’m just scared to hear
the watches in the dark.

I would never change
this casual universe.