Enero En La Playa

And your skin is white
Like this January morning
Too beautiful
To go to work
And without blinking
We talk to the boss
In Chinese
And like children
We go back to bed

It was supposed to be easy
Are you cold?
But sometimes I make it
A little difficult. Sorry
Lucky that you laugh and don't get angry
Because you're smarter and less selfish than me
Are you still cold?
Well, close your eyes for a minute
I'll take you to a place

Imagine a little cove
I'll serve you a beer
It's summer and the sun is shining
It's the Catalan coast

And we are calm
Yes, like anesthetized
After the gazpacho
We fall asleep

Watching the Tour de France
In the typical stage
Where Lance wins
Beating in the sprint
With a second advantage
At the last breath
Putting on his shoulders
The yellow jersey
Back to the beach bar
A little swim
Pistachio ice cream
And a game of foosball
We throw some frisbees
Play cards
And end up having dinner
Sardines and salad
We drink
Golden
We talk
Silent
The moon
The salt
Your wet lips
I feel thirsty
And order a drink
And Spain is eliminated in the quarterfinals
Of the Eurocup

But we don't care
Today we will win the World Cup
We go up home, make love
And sweat so much
That we get dehydrated
Time stops
The air doesn't flow
Mosquitoes flying
And crickets singing
And you by my side
Dying of sleep
Tired, content
You ask me for a story
And I tell you one
Or rather make it up
I explain that a boy
Crossed the universe
Riding a donkey
With silver wings
Looking for a star
Named Renata
Who danced salsa
With an asteroid
Named Julián Rodríguez de Malta
Evil
Conceited
Traitor
Outlaw
Known bandit
In the Milky Way
For selling independent stars
To semi-space multinationals
And you fall asleep

Long live the nights
The sun
The salt
On your lips

At first, as always
We sleep embraced
And when you sigh
I retreat to my space
I like to sleep alone.. Next to you
In bed, this bed
Today full of blankets
On this morning
Cold, frozen