El Equilibrio Del Mundo

Because I can't, because I can't even speak
I'm a bullfighter with less balls than a flan
When they ask about you, when another voice mentions you
When I see you pass by, when I think of you again
When I dream of you face to face and death feels like screaming

You are life, I am the death of a swallow
You are the road, I am a booth with two sleepless whores
You are laughter, I am what the Mona Lisa looks at
You are the sky, I am a kite whose string has been let go

Because I can't, because I can't even speak
I'm a damn crab, old and backwards
When you call just because and start laughing
Just telling things, you invite me to dinner
My heart goes out whoring to celebrate

You are the beach, I am the fat guy who lost his swimsuit
You are the earth, I am like a plane that crashes into you
You are the water, I am a salami in the desert
You are the center, I am the southernmost slum that flooded

Because I can't, I can't even answer
I'm a coca grower who didn't learn to harvest
I try on clothes backwards
I'm Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman
But for less money

You are glory, I am a club under administration
You are the shine, I am the holey underwear from a violation
You are fame, I am a failed promise
You are avant-garde, I am the tachycardia in a Morón hospital

Because I can't, because I can't write
I'm like Piero when he returned from Madrid
When I see you cross the legs of the city
In that cleavage I lost what was left of me
The roundness of the earth is at war against your profile

You are progress, I am an old car on the shoulder
You are Florida, I am a cobblestone street that ends in a ditch
You are the axis, I am the first girl who lets herself
You are the soul, I am a garland from a past celebration

Because I can't, I can't play hard to get
I'm like Bush hitchhiking in Baghdad
I know you take advantage because you like to think
That everything is part of a plan that can never fail
The balance of the world depends on every nonsense

You are victory, I am the dog chasing carrots
You are the prize, I am the damn medal of that prize you throw
You are the remedy, I am the concession of the cemetery
You are beauty, I am a mischievous girl who played center forward

You are the course, I am a vagabond without destination
You are shelter, and I am the beggar who dies of cold at your doorstep
You are grace, I am the grimace of euthanasia
You are certainty, I am a drunk promise on Christmas