Sueño Con Serpientes

There are men who fight for a day
And they are good
There are others who fight for a year
And they are better
There are those who fight many years
And they are very good
But there are those who fight all their lives
Those are the indispensable
Bertolt Brecht

I dream of snakes
Of sea snakes
Of a certain sea, oh, of snakes, I dream

Long, transparent
And in their bellies they carry
Whatever they can snatch from love

Oh, oh, oh
I kill her and a bigger one appears
Oh, oh, oh
With much more hell in digestion

I don't fit in her mouth
She tries to swallow me
But gets stuck with a clover from my temple

I think she's crazy
I give her to chew on a dove
And poison her with my kindness

Oh, oh, oh
I kill her and a bigger one appears
Oh, oh, oh
With much more hell in digestion

Finally she swallows me
And as I walk through her esophagus
I wonder what will come

But she destroys herself
When I reach her stomach
And I propose, with a verse, a truth

Oh, oh, oh
I kill her and a bigger one appears
Oh, oh, oh
With much more hell in digestion

Oh, oh, oh
I kill her and a bigger one appears