Por La Borda
Quique González
Overboard
If I were truly a poet
I would bite your jugular
I would have secret keys
to throw to the bottom of the sea
if I truly had the courage to jump
I would take it in my veins.
Do I follow the trail of a comet,
or do I follow my animal instinct?
I am the worst enemy I could encounter
I have a handkerchief and a knife
on the way back home
tomorrow I will return empty-handed.
I lost it, and it doesn't matter anymore
there are times when you nail it
and times when you throw it overboard.
I lost it, and it doesn't matter anymore
there are times when you nail it
and times when you throw it overboard.
Waves of the sea, how they break
as if we had to look back
as if it were a rain of stones
as if I would never return again.
How does it feel?
I really wanted to know
and I truly learned it.
I lost it, and it doesn't matter anymore
there are times when you nail it
and times when you throw it overboard.
I lost it, and it doesn't matter anymore
there are times when you nail it
and times when you throw it overboard.
I lost it, and it doesn't matter anymore
there are times when you nail it
and times when you throw it overboard.
I lost it, and it doesn't matter anymore
there are times when you nail it
and times when you throw it overboard.
