Los Libros de La Buena Memoria

The wine warms dreams as it breathes
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'll confide
That you were the vestige of the future

Red and green lights of love
Perform under a halo of rouge
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 turned red 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'm 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, don't come back
Stop laughing
No more is needed
Tigers can already be seen in the rain