Find me among the lines of your books
When all your wishes turn to dust.
I’ll be driving a garbage truck.
Find me when you’re humming a song,
when all the street lamps have gone dark,
even in the darkest room.
I don’t care about circumstances,
it doesn’t matter where or when—
just find me, find me.
Find me in forgotten fountains,
among the roar of the machines,
wearing a stranger’s disguise.
Find me when every air shaft is torn,
even inside a madhouse,
When the West turns into a retirement home.
I don’t care about circumstances,
it doesn’t matter where or when—
just find me, find me.
Find me in a small dream you keep,
on the avenues of regret,
beneath the cold light of the sky.
Find me—don’t say you’re too shy,
You’ve got to take that risk—
find me trying to breathe.
I don’t care about circumstances,
it doesn’t matter where or when—
just find me, find me.
I’ve seen your eyes when love was meant to bloom: they were empty, hollow.
I’ve seen your truth, and though it cuts like glass, it can’t be denied:
You don’t love me, and you’re not to blame.
You don’t love me—your eyes are telltales.
When my smile went searching for yours, you looked away,
in those secret places where lovers lie, you stood frozen, like stone.
You don’t love me, and you’re not to blame.
You don’t love me—your eyes are telltales.
You were never the light of my life, the reason to survive,
but sometimes I needed a hand, that push only love can give.
But you don’t love me, and you don’t need me.
You don’t love me—your eyes are telltales.
I built you up in my head, I swear I did it wrong
I called your name in every wishful second, these last months,
But you don’t love me, and you’re not to blame.
You don’t love me—your eyes are telltales.
So I’ll hit the road, leave your hands behind, I will walk away
I’ll forget your house, forget your warmth. I can’t stay.
You don’t love me, and you’re not to blame.
You don’t love me—your eyes are telltales.
When we leave, it’s going to be a sad day:
The dew will drown every puddle,
Each tomb will be a kingdom without a king.
There’ll be a thousand things to fix
And we won’t know where to begin.
When we leave, there’ll be a burnt tree,
dreams to bury, cracks in the floor.
I’ll wink at you in a crooked way
and you will feel completely lost,
a stranger to everything.
You’ll wear the clothes you swore you’d never touch,
Our friends will collapse around us like dominoes.
Wars will ignite in every corner of the world,
Volcanoes will start to speak,
As the seas will dry up.
Guitars will snap: no reason left to play.
Dogs will mate with cats, forgetting what they are.
Nothing broken will have a single flaw:
We were always an exception,
The blueprint of perfection.
Gentlemen will point their fingers in disgust,
towns will turn their bell towers upside down.
No door will open, every wall covered in mirrors.
A light no one knows where it comes from,
Will spit back how ugly we’ve become.
But don’t be afraid, baby, no need to worry:
This day will never come.
We will never leave each other.
I had my life, I had my girl,
We shared a thousand dreams.
We had our eyes on a little house:
We really seemed to be in love.
I was raised under old rules,
learning what a man must do:
work hard, provide…
And yes, go looking for adventures.
So I did.
I met another girl,
Just a little thing, wild and sweet.
We hung out for the thrill of it,
but life is dangerous.
Life sprouts too easily.
A new life started growing in her,
from me.
I knew my duty.
I did what I had to do.
My upbringing told me clearly:
Marry her, make it right.
So I left my first girl crying
and bought that house
with the one I barely knew.
Now there are nights,
many years later,
When I sit alone with a drink
and quietly damn
those old rules.
I take the 39.
It drags me down a tilted street.
I stare out the window,
sitting on a wooden seat.
An old woman clutches a plastic bag,
digging for food in a trash bin.
Her fingers, black and thin,
The bus rolls past her side.
This is the Park of Waters,
This is Spanish Square,
with its modern fountain
where dogs swim in summer.
Today, the sun is still hiding,
but light breaks through the clouds,
It lights up the little trees
of The Boy With the Ring.
And it’s never the same,
though it’s always the same.
I love roaming through Barcelona.
Downtown, the streets are packed,
where gamblers rush to work.
When police show up,
They run faster than dogs.
Beggars with coffee cups,
postcards plastered on walls.
Everybody wants my eyes,
the eyes of the whole damn world.
And buses take me up and down,
My city is so huge.
I love roaming through Barcelona.
Standing still beside the Sagrada Família,
walking down Gaudí Avenue,
up to the gates of Sant Pau Hospital—
Everybody loves this view.
I climb Carrer Cartagena,
running my hands along brick walls,
fingerprints of our happy days.
I can still see you there.
But you’re far, far away,
and the whole city is your ghost.
I remember us roaming through Barcelona.
I return to the places we went,
the parks where we walked hand in hand.
I kiss the scratch on that tree,
and I kiss it again, and again.
Because it all vanished like a lightning bolt
in this marine-light scenery.
Now I search for you in our old bars
and freeze when night falls.
The streets are full of you,
and I don’t know where you are.
I’m sad remembering—
You’re no longer in Barcelona.
In the dirty room of a boarding house,
underclothes and trembling mouths.
A pink thread starts to unravel.
Her breast is soft; she’s naked and soft.
But her eyes are wet and sad
because she knows this is the last time.
He is slim, and his necktie
hides the filth underneath.
Just like a hangnail
He tore off his wife, tore off his kids.
Just like a hangnail
He’s going to pluck her now,
going to pluck her clean.
Like a gentleman, he stops a cab,
She clutches an umbrella and a bag.
“Take her home, take the shortest way,”
He slips her ten bucks and turns away.
The rainy sky watches him,
the storm explodes with roar and wind.
Even running, he looks sharp
as doorways wait for his back.
Because he always has somewhere to be,
People need him, people need him.
And just like a hangnail
He could pluck everybody clean.
Every fight is a gentle wave
that washes the sand where he has lain.
It never leaves a fingerprint—
no footprint, no heartprint.
No memory of a broken cross,
no sad words, no sense of loss.
Shame is just a distant rumor,
an uneven, impossible tumor.
Just like a hangnail
He can leave without bleeding.
Just like a hangnail
He was part of you, but never yours.
And like every night, night falls on him,
Like every room, his room is dim.
Then a law spreads over the earth,
over his bed, like a clock:
The daily check, his little prayer,
His mind is clean, he is not scared.
Again, once more, everybody is around
tied to him like a rope to a mast.
He’s spread his seed
in his loyal, twisted way.
And it’s late, it’s late.
Now he’s sleeping like a saint, like a saint,
A guiltless saint
I love you. That’s all I can say.
I love you. Honestly, that’s all I want to say.
I love to see your pretty face.
I don’t need anything new:
I just love you.
Looking at the sparkles in your eyes…
I love you.
I love to entangle between your thighs,
I love waking up beside you.
I want to be the one who makes you smile every single day.
Because I love you.
I want to marry you someday.
I love you.
Yeah, I’m silly and kinda monotonous,
But I don’t care, I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Some things never change.
We can try to pretend,
but in the end,
there’s a truth that floats.
I can only play the fool.
Some things never change.
I can wear disguises in the dark,
sell my soul to the devil himself
and still say “I don’t love you.”
But some things never change.
You can switch them off for a while,
But there aren’t that many places to hide
When I can’t be away from you.
Some things never change:
those green fields we once walked
We are still waiting for our steps.
Don’t leave them sad.
Some things never change.
I could spend a hundred years with you,
I’d become a poet
just to thaw your frozen heart.
Some things never change.
And from this empty room, I beg your pardon:
I’ve been immature, I’ve been an idiot,
but I love you,
and that will never, ever change.
Say you’ll stay until the night is done,
say you’ll ease my fears, that you’ll light up my world.
You know I’d do anything for you, anything for you.
I’d become silk just to keep you cool,
I love the scratch of your neck, the way you smell.
I’d do anything for you, anything for you.
The peace on your face when you close your eyes…
Don’t tell me someone else is waiting—
I won’t believe it. I refuse to believe it.
Let me keep your dreams in poems and lies,
a bucketful of my care, your roads are my maps.
You know I’d do anything, anything for you.
Hear this plea of love until the night is done,
share your wings, your stillness, share with me your thoughts.
You know I’d do anything, anything for you.
While dreams are still breathing
I’ll snuggle in your clothes,
then I’ll get lazy,
I’ll love to play and romp.
Stay just a while until the night is done.
Once the sun appears, the spell will be undone.
You won’t have to stay when the night is gone.
But I must confess… It’s all been a trick.
I’ve pulled every string: the sun will never rise.
I told you I’d do anything, anything for you.