Ojalá Me Quieras Libre

How good the evening looks on you
With what has come today
To our marble garden
Of lichens searching for lemon trees
With ancient howls

Crows have come
To comb with their song
The blushing hair
And wilted of the fallen twilight
Where disillusionment dwells

All the hours gasp
If the sunset isn’t
In your eyes bleeding
And the eyelids yawn and fall silent
Like desolate blackbirds

The glen is left alone
And my scent has intoxicated the hells
And the future will be fierce that punishes
That reveals in ashtrays what I didn’t tell you

I’m going to untie the shins
From this gloomy jester
Sometimes it forgets
That I’m still a kid, and I know

That there won’t be lines
When my absence wounds you
I hope you love me free, I hope you love me

Remember the sand-swallower that melted your moons
With its miserable forge
Have pity on the brambles it left so orphaned
Next to smoking hives

I’m going to untie the shins
From this gloomy jester
Sometimes it forgets
That I’m still a kid, and I know

That there won’t be lines
When my absence wounds you
I hope you love me free, I hope you love me

I will love you broken
I will love you on the living rock
I will love you in all the verses that your eyes won’t want, I

I will love you in the ditch
I will love you on the cold peak
I will love you when the ghost of your voice comes for me