Así me lo invento

Now that I don't have time
Not even to look at myself in the mirror
And not even to be a carpenter
Of the old furniture of my heart.

Now that I live so far away
From my parents' house
Now that I'm a grotesque figure in the circus
And I carry foliage inside.

I'm going to tell this wind
That gains speed and spreads silence
And that's how I write verses,
And that's how I stretch,
And that's how I content myself,
And that's how I invent it...(REPEAT).

Now that I dress like a prisoner
That I don't steal a kiss from you
That I don't devour your breasts
Nor soak my body with your sweat.

Now that I'm rotting
In a castle of plaster
Now that there's no time left
Not even to comb the soul.

I'm going to tell this wind...

I have looked with my eyes
And I have touched with my hands
masses of remains being born
Kneeling in vain today
Majestic planets
Wandering already perishable
I have been hit in the tomato
By some accurate blow
Those that life gives you
And that soak you with fear
I also soaked myself with vice
And I know what it's like to sleep naked
In the open air, without a roof
And with no blanket other than the sky
And time, time is
A damn snitch
That puts us in our place
And neither the cannons of Navarone
Nor shame dressed in white
Wielding a prison bar
Nor loving a path of tears
That turns its back on hatred
Twists a bit of chronos
It waits patiently for us to step on the deadly trap
That judges our fate