Desmejorado

There are people for everything
there are things that are told
and seem true.
It's a matter of hormones
they say they leave
but they stay.

I'm still the same
still as I am
maybe worsened
and the bitter suburb in the palate.

Never spend a week
with the same obsession
they made of me
a perverse song.

You were absent
when I slept
Did I miss something? Maybe
the silver coins released
from the kiss to the jailer of my heart.

I'm still the same
still as I am
maybe worsened
may the paper never be left uninhabited.

Another rhythm, another beat
rhymes of the sea
the great theater of the world
must go on.

If madness doesn't get to us
(calling the crazy planet)
as the wait fades away
we'll have to consider the war lost
and return to forbidden
or private pleasures for the needy.

I'm still the same
still as I am
maybe worsened
and the bitter suburb in the palate
another rhythm, another beat
rhymes of the sea
the great theater of the world
must go on.