Marea

How many times have I asked myself
What is unleashed behind her face?
If you knew, if I told you, if I told you
She was tied up and has been unleashed and waves down the sidewalk
The flight of her skirt, it's her flag
It's where she keeps
Her name, she's called tide
And she was so lonely that I went there
Do you want to talk to me?
Of course!
Her loneliness is an old dried-up woman
Surrounded by sons of bitches who laugh at
Her because everyone would like to be like the tide
And they say that one summer she flew
And left her heart under the bed
She told it not to come back
Not to wait for her
Who would have thought
That in the end she would join her belly
With mine, with a poet of pipes
Shitty poet, with empty hands
Who needs someone when
They're about to fall
Who erases borders with just their feet
Hit me hard in the crotch
Don't let me fall asleep
Tonight I'm going to
Show the world my teeth with you