Los libros de la buena memoria

The wine warms dreams as it pants
From its mouth of greenish sweetness
And among the books of good memory
He stays listening like a blind man in front of the sea.
My voice will reach him
My mouth too
Maybe I will confide
That you were the vestige of the future.

Red and green lights of love
Perform under a halo of rush
What strange shadow hid you from my wink
That you never heard the rustling of the foliage?

For I will write to you
I will make you cry
My mouth will kiss
All the tenderness of your aquarium

But if the moon reddened in silk
Or the impalas roamed your shelf
Wouldn't you triumph in your soul again?
I know you would make long journeys to arrive

I am standing here
Waiting for you
Everything darkened
I no longer know if the sea will rest...

A stem will have grown in the walnut tree
The light will have stained faithless people
This bottle has emptied so well
That not even dreams are sheltered from the noise

Liquor, do not return
Stop laughing
It is no longer necessary
Tigers can already be seen in the rain