Haces Bien

You're doing well by leaving the jos
of the painted walls
that know your shoulders,
your kisses, our looks.
You're doing well, you touch the ceiling:
you have blue on your fa
ce.

You're doing well, never trust
even if stars fall for you
because for every miracle
there is a correct answer.
You're doing well, never trust
the sea and the sand.

Years ago this story
would have invited me
to spit on sacred customs,
the family, the soup,
to put white ribbons
on the skin of defeat.
But now I know it's hard
to leave a clear love for another dark one.

You're doing well by going far
to the Palace of Brides,
to the collective buffet,
to the funeral car playing,
announcing to the city
the almost melody
of your first night of love
in cold blood, my friend.

You're doing well, this Sunday
by leaving and not showing up
the building is full
of dreams to fall into.
You're doing well, leave your hair
however you like.