con amor y absurdidad

They say there are southern winds capable of making
the most sane man on Earth go mad.
Well, maybe one of those forced me to finish
this song in your honor, from the north with love and absurdity.

And they say even Cain had a good reason,
and that his hidden cause was nothing but revolution.
Still, I can't say for sure
if it was Cain or Abel who asked you for skin to take something else.

And if you see me run away again pretending anxiety,
it's because the air here is dense and invites me to pray:
grant us peace, grant us peace, grant us peace.

And well, we wanted to break a few clocks,
but he found the hands under the mattress.
And when time warned us of our stupidity,
we felt something one moment and the complete opposite just a
minute later.

Clara is here and insists on asking
if I don't base my life on unreality.
I hesitate for a second before answering.
I tell her: 'Even if that's the case, today I want to live, and I will'

And God knows I will strive to keep
all my faculties intact from now on.

Well, this can't be anything but another goodbye,
but before that, I'd like to ask you a small favor.
If you have a moment there, would you want to send me
something imbued with your scent, from the front with love and
absurdity?