La Muñeca Que Regala Besos

I have a song
A little room
I have a doll that gives kisses
Nothing special
An emotional thing
I don’t know how many bones
And a picture of mom and dad
Look how young they are!
I have to learn
One and one: Three
I know that life
Is a wound
Absurd
Feeling like killing
Two drinks too many
A tipsy laugh
An old book by Robert Arlt
That won’t leave me alone
I have a cross
Of stars in the south
And besides
Here and now
Where am I going?
Crazy
Dizzy from the lights
Of sugar and salt
Of fear and vanity
Of the century I turned
Of the kid I never was
Of everything that leaves a scar
And there’s no way to avoid
The somersault
Of living. Wednesday... Ash juice
Monday... Chalk petals
On the glass
And... Anyway
I have everything I lost
I smoke Parisiennes
I play with Chopin
I tend to my garden
The sea makes me sad
And when you take too long to come
My bed is a hospital bed
And besides
(Doll: Come on, mom!)
I have a doll that gives kisses
(Doll: I’m the prettiest!)