Su Menester

I love the symptom of life that is searching
Because death is the same as conforming
The instability has led me to improvise
And what is stable is always established again

I love sailor love
The one who kisses and leaves
I love those guerrilla kisses
Although they bring loneliness

I love the risk that agitates me
When I play hide and seek
I love what you want to give me
Even if it's half

And put what I say in the bag
Or to the drawer of oblivion
If so, your need
Maybe I speak out of hurt
And that makes me an enemy
If that's how you want to see it

Infidelity dear friend
It will never be anything else
Than to be faithful to the senses

I read the text that gravitates in meetings
Crossed with fakir talents
Protected by song lyrics
That annihilate so much desire to flee

I see looks that are sought
To steal an adventure
I see couples that don't fit
And they swallow the torture

Who is for penitent?
See a prosecutor in the mirror
Who hides what he feels
He forgets that he is going to be old

And put what I say in the bag
Or to the drawer of oblivion
If so, your need
Maybe I speak out of hurt
And that makes me an enemy
If that's how you want to see it

Infidelity dear friend
It will never be anything else
Than to be faithful to the senses