Santurce

On the deserted staircase
that overlooks the sea of Santurce
I sat my naked ass, gazing
my dick towards the cold ground
I was distracted by a couple
of wandering lovers
along the shore of these seas
that trap the lovers.

I felt like a corner
in Aznar's impeccable car park
like an idiot
running at night to chase the sun
like a tissue
without tears or snot to come out of the pocket
like the turkey
that no longer calms its feathers at the first noise
and is no longer a turkey.

I remembered your face
cold like this day
that once looked at me passionately
and now no longer wants me
I will always love you, my beloved
for that reason, you are the mother
of the blood of my blood
and with whom I want to share
a pillow in my whole life
share a pillow
share a pillow
share a pillow.

I felt like a knife
in the heart of a greyhound halfway through the race
I felt like a toothpick
in the teeth of a junkie with periodontal disease
I felt like the trigger
of a killer's rifle before shooting
I felt like the nail
holding up the picture of humanity
and today it falls