Mi piel

I believe in the Virgin of Guadalupe
like in the saints of the swamps
I believe in the passion of Christ in life
like in the enlightened whores.
My skin... also has scars.
My skin... serves to love you too.

I believe in poets who hunt Nazis
like in men who do nothing
I believe in the miracles of Saint Peyote
and in the goodness of a beer.
My skin... also has scars.
My skin... serves to love you too.

I believe in the feat of being a lazy
and walking on a coin
...in women who hate the moon
when they are alone with so many dresses.
I believe in the suicides who travel in tubs
full of flowers towards their hell.
My skin... also has scars.
My skin... serves to love you too.

I believe in the revelry of my exarchangel
like in the priests who violate servants.
I believe in the lies about paradise
like in the Devil smoking fear.
My skin... also has scars.
My skin... serves to love you too.

I believe in your shameless beauty
I believe in the promise of your lips
I believe in my manhood exposed to your hunger
I believe in that toast for your orgasm.
My skin... is like a tattoo on your skin.
My skin... also has scars.
My skin... serves to love you too.