El Malo Del Cuento

I can see between one ear and another,
inside my head a new dawn
with a taste of bitter beer in my mouth
and I feel like a paper boat.
A paper boat sailing through stories
that are not told for fear of understanding
that the only certainty is that a whole lifetime is not enough
to get to know you.

I'm going to try to tear off my skin
to see myself better inside.
I want to understand what makes me
always the bad guy of the story.

Getting to know you would be a defeat
I carry in my suitcase the desire to understand
why with things like these
I become such an idiot
and never know what to say.
To respond when love is not abundant
running away from your legs with the desire to come back
to tell you, darling, that kiss on the mouth
almost drove me crazy.

I'm going to try to tear off my skin
to see myself better inside.
I want to understand what makes me
so foolish at times.

I'm going to try to tear off my skin
to see myself better inside.
I want to understand what makes me
always the bad guy of the story.