A Veces Se Me Olvida

Alert, like a soldier in a guard post
Naked, like a newborn child
Tense, like a trapeze artist's hands
Ironed like Sunday suits
I defend myself like a cat on its back
Without being able to distinguish my enemy
And I get tangled in the threads of your life
And I face an inventory of castles
And sometimes I forget that I'm just a spectator
Sometimes the songs turn into ashes
And the heart sinks into a pocket of my pants
And the city beats with office hours
I walk with my shoelaces untied
I head towards an open bar around the corner
I sense the golden light of a stage
But the things of the soul are not guessed
I wake up to the news on the radio
And the madness of the days overwhelms me
And I memorize the calendar
The ways of living are mine alone
And sometimes I forget.