Peces De Ciudad

He was called Alain Delon
The traveler who wanted to teach me how to kiss
At the Gare d'Austerlitz

Spring of a love
Yellow and fleeting like the Sun
Of the Indian summer

Some say it was me
The first to forget
When in a B flat of Jacques Brel
I got lost Dans le Port d'Amsterdam

In the Vain New York
It casts more shade than lemon trees
The Statue of Liberty

But in Desolation Row
The sirens of the oil tankers
Don't let you laugh or fly

And in the chorus of Babel
A Spanish voice sings off-key
There's no law but the law of treasure
In King Solomon's mines

Defying the waves, without rudder or helmsman
My dreams travel light
On a nutshell
My heart on a journey

Displaying the tattoos
Of a buccaneer past
Of a boarding sailboat, of
Of, of an 'I don't want to love you'

And how to escape when there are no islands left to shipwreck?
To the country where the wise retire
From the grievance of seeking lips
That drive you crazy

Lies that win such summary judgments
That debase the glass of the aquariums
Of the city fish
Who lost their courage
In a pile of junk
Swimming to avoid crying

El Dorado was a shampoo
Virtue was arms crossed
Sin was a website

In Macondo I understood
That the place where you were happy
You shouldn't try to return

When on a regular flight
The Madrid sky emerges
Two feet on the ground were waiting for me
That didn't remember me

And defying the waves, without rudder or helmsman
My dreams travel light
On a nutshell
My heart on a journey

Displaying the tattoos
Of a buccaneer past
Of a boarding sailboat, of
Of an 'I don't want to love you'

And how to escape when there are no islands left to shipwreck?
To the country where the wise retire from the grievance
Of seeking lips
That drive you crazy

Lies that win such summary judgments
That debase the glass of the aquariums
Of the city fish
Who lost their courage
In a pile of junk
On a beach without sea