El Anticuario

A demonic ego, two drinks, a woman
an underground room to be far from God
the delicate face of my loneliness
the map of my lives, the candle holder to illuminate.

I have secrets unrevealed
and like an antique dealer, I keep them in my heart.

Dante comes to give me something to do
go out to the streets, look for a love
my plant of light, my desire to be
a reason no matter how simple
as long as it doesn't make me cut my veins.

I am absent but here I am
behind a mental tangle
of wire thorns
turbulent days suit me well
calm days are like an uninvited angel.

I have secrets unrevealed
and like an antique dealer, I keep them in my heart.

Sometimes I wish to go back
look for myself in the park, where I got lost
my plant of light, my desire to be
a reason no matter how simple
as long as it doesn't make me cut my veins.

I place my hand on the piano
of the people who have already left
who in flight, due to insomnia
crashed into the fences
of eternity.

I am absent but here I am
behind a mental tangle
of wire thorns
turbulent days suit me well
calm days are like an uninvited angel.

I have secrets unrevealed
and like an antique dealer, I keep them in my heart.

Sometimes I wish to go back, look for myself in the park
where I got lost.