Joana
Xoel López
Joana
I climb the hill that leads to your house
I love you but I can't see you, Joana
Because I eat from your hand like slaves do and I don't want to
I don't want to disappear, Joana
You're like a broken glass that pierces my throat and bleeds me
I am everything you want when all you have is not enough
And if you trace me on impossible canvases, they devour me and make me disappear
Because the light of all your brushes went out, Joana
Joana, you are everything I want crashing on the sidewalk behind me
I am everything you want when all you have is not enough
Joana, Joana and how am I going to love us
This miserable dance is not enough for you, not enough for me
I climb the hill that leads to your house, Joana
I make you disappear