La cuenca

The basin

The dawn sat
In your bramble eyes
Don't bark anymore at the teasing
Because I live as if absent
On this pensive shore
In front of the sea of indecision
Let me snuggle
In the basin of your pussy
Suddenly I am left alone
And to the eighth I go without anger
To breathe freedom
Where the doves dock
Alone in solitudes
Alone in love and hate
Alone in yoke and hunger
And it began to peel me
Ahhhhhh
My future and elbow hurt
From thinking so much
Ahhhhh
The years and morbidity sting me
The grand piano kills me if it carries
Bitterness in its throat
Let me be the owner
Of your mouth of firewater
Of your screams in heat
Of this point-blank love
Let me walk barefoot
Through your cloud of trees
Like a waterwheel with my tongue
Like the earth all over
The laughter got in
Among a group of kids
Who played throwing their youth
Down the drain
I get dirty as if nothing
Hiding in the shadow
Through the alleys without fanfare
Like a crazy vagabond
Singing
The lord of the crochet hooks
Is making a little jersey
With sleeves of wills and
The rest of spinning them
To entangle out of boredom
White with discontent
Stream of my thread
Hanging wire hangers
Ahhhhhh
My future and elbow hurt
From thinking so much
Ahhhhh
The years and morbidity sting me
The grand piano kills me if it carries
Bitterness in its throat
Let me be the owner
Of your mouth of firewater
Of your screams in heat
Of a romance point-blank
Let me walk barefoot
Through your cloud of trees
Like a waterwheel with my tongue
Like the earth all over
Vicente kills people
With a knife he kills crickets
With a shovel he kills cows
And with an axe the cockroaches
But Vicente
Kills people
With a knife he kills crickets
With a shovel he kills cows
And with an axe the cockroaches
But Vicente
Kills people
With a knife but boy
With a shovel he kills cows
And with an iron he kills dogs
But Vicente
Kills people
With a knife but boy
With a shovel he kills cows
And with an iron he kills dogs