Every morning yawns,
threats to the alarm clock
and you get up grumbling
when the sun still sleeps,
minimal truce at the bar,
coffee? with two sugar and croissant,
the metro smells rotten,
meat of fall and loneliness.
Tirso de Molina, Sol, Gran V? A, Tribunal,
Where is your office left to go and look?
When the city paints its neon lips
I'll go up on my horse cart.
Could you steal your days? your nights, no
What a good heart,
When you pass, shout the dawn?
The obsessed vag? n is touched while thinking about you?
the voice of your boss bellows
Are not these hours coming?
while your hands file your mind begins to navigate.
Tirso de Molina, Sol, Gran V? A, Tribunal,
Where is your office left to go and look?
When the city paints its neon lips
I'll go up on my horse cart.
Could you steal your days? your nights, no
Ambiguous hours that mix the drunk and the early riser,
dance of bodiless outfits to the obscene rhythm of the vag? n,
For centuries they thought:
Will things tomorrow go better?
It is soon for desire and too late for love.
Tirso de Molina, Sol, Gran V? A, Tribunal,
Where is your office left to go and look?
When the city paints its neon lips
I'll go up on my horse cart.
Could you steal your days? your nights, no
Only among all we can make this a better place :)