I had a button without a buttonhole, a silkworm,
half a pair of clown shoes and a soul in auction,
an olivetti Hispanic with caries, a delayed train,
an Atleti card, a cup-ass face,
a paid school, a compass, a stretcher table,
a nut, or a bite of Adam, minus a rib,
a diabetic bike, a cluster, a cirrus, a strato,
a camel of King Baltasar, a cat without a cat,
my Annie Hall, my Gioconda, my Wendy, the ladies first,
my Cantinflas, my Snowball, my three Musketeers,
my Tintin, my yo-yo, my blue, my seven of drinks,
the hallway where I undressed you without taking off your clothes.
My hiding place, my treble clef, my wristwatch,
a lamp of Ali Baba inside a hat,
I did not know that spring lasted a second,
I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world.
I present my bastard grandfather, my single wife,
the sponsor who sponsored me in the foreign legion,
my twin brother, patron of the traveling merchant,
Sinbad the sailor who had a singing nephew,
the bitch of my cousin Carlota and her dachshund,
to my suck of chain mail against misfortune,
Butterflies that hunt children with grains in dreams
when they dream that they embrace Venus de Milo without hands.
I got rid of the fools percent, the story of the bisnes,
teaching at an academy of swan songs,
with Simón de Cirene I made a tour of Mount Calvario,
What would you do if Adelita left with a commissar?
In front of the cape of little hope I dropped my flag,
If I lose sight of you, wait for me on the waiting list,
I inherited a bottle of rum from a dying clochard,
I forgot the lesson after a deep coma.
I could never sing at a stretch
the song of the drool of the sea, of the lightning in vein,
of tears to cry when it's worth it,
from the pregnant page in the belly of a globetrotting pad,
of the drop of ink in the hymn of the wrathful.
I wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)