Quemar Los Poetas

Life thinks I'm made of iron
And drives me crazy
Touch my balls!
I'm made of flesh and bone
Because as far as I know
I've never shouted to the four winds
That with my arms ships are made
Nor with my legs airports
But with my tears puddles are formed
And with my flesh cemeteries

I'm going to burn the poems
That are just tales
And a fictitious world scratched with inventions
I'm going to spit on the flag
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That's just a business that pits peoples against each other

And even though I shout from a rotten window
That inhabits the den that guards my soul
And everyone already knows that I'm the one who steals
The moon at night to see how it shines
And who sleeps in my naked bed
Satisfying my pillow with tears
I hang in the sky
And I arm myself with terror
And the esparto suit
I spit out an I love you

I'm going to burn the poems
That are just tales
And a fictitious world scratched with inventions
I'm going to spit on the flag
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That's just a business that pits peoples against each other...