Una Historia Con Las Manos

Don't look at me when you look
Without seeing me in the pores
Of your velvet skin
Of the curve of your jaws
Look at me when I rest
In the drawer of my roots
I chose the role of martyr
Dying for a kiss
On the rough road
Of life and its rhythms

Let me tell you
A story with my hands
That tastes like candy
That crashes with your mouth
That bursts in your belly
That plants me in your hole
That screams at you like a pig

And the hideout of the day
Will be a lasting dream
Between sheets of puff pastry
Where my body resigns
I'm sweating buckets
I'm getting all soft
I forget the demons
Every time I'm with you
That tastes like freedom
To be quiet amidst all this noise

Let me tell you
A story with my hands
That tastes like candy
That crashes with your mouth
That bursts in your belly
That plants me in your hole
That screams at you like a pig

And let's go because I have dirt in my pockets
And water to make you a mud castle
Under a bridge I have in my teeth
To take a bite when you wake up
Who cares if it's already night