Night begins. Well, it’s still the afternoon,
but red lights are
already shining.
The friendly waiter is awaiting for me.
He shakes the metal.
He shakes the fuel.
He’s holding the reason and the end.
He’s adding cherry, he takes a toothpick.
And now he’s pouring it for me,
For sure it is for me,
Gibraltar glass with seven cubes,
the coronation with the pinch
after the dancing with the spoon,
into the little eddy pool
where I would like to swim.
Affinity: that’s the key.
Affinity: it goes with me,
Affinity: it gets along with me.
And now he’s pouring it for me,
For sure it is for me,
Gibraltar glass with several cubes,
the coronation with the pinch
after the dancing with the spoon,
into the little eddy pool
where I would like to swim.
Erudition is a consequence.
Dignity has no meaning.
Now! He’s pouring it for me,
I’m sure it is for me,
Gibraltar glass with several cubes,
the coronation with the pinch
after the dancing with the spoon,
into the little eddy pool
where I will like to swim.
He’s pouring it for me,
I’m sure it is for me,
Gibraltar glass with several cubes,
the coronation with the pinch
after the dancing with the spoon,
into the little eddy pool
where I will like to swim.
In the failure nook, at where nobody looks,
in the forgotten bend where God went wrong,
as a tangle, turned into a cloth,
waiting for a hobo ghost.
There you are, resting in that place
where oblivion did its job,
and there’s no way out if there’s no way back,
and I’m feeling like a dead thing.
As a statue, I am looking at my favorite T-shirts,
‘cause tonight could be an old night
if I only look at them.
The ghostly rag is thinking that one day it was my skin.
If my hands were able to do it,
I would change the direction of time:
then holes would become knitting,
disillusions would all end up in hopes.
I’d like to change the world,
I’d like to change the world,
I’d like to change the world,
but I cannot change the world,
and you rest in peace.
In a failure nook, at where no one looks,
in the forgotten bend where I went wrong,
there you rest.
So, now I see it clear,
at last the fog is gone
I’ve been so wrong, been so wrong.
So, now I see it clear,
at last the fog is gone
I’ve been so wrong, been so wrong.
But I have to say
that I would do it again,
for that’s the fact:
Precious you are,
stupid I am.
I burnt your photos and
I tried to change my hair
and across unbelievable paths
I also, also tortured your dress.
But I’d do it again,
I’d err again.
Precious you are,
stupid I am.
Mr. Stupid I am.
Here in this bloodless parade
your aim is still alive
but my obscene affair
keeps hurting, keeps hurting,
keeps hurting, keeps hurting our past,
my past, my coming next past.
Oh, pretty you, here I come again.
Precious you are,
stupid I am.
Although I fly, I don’t make fly
while others do it as a routine.
And ev’rywhere when someone smiles
others smile, and it’s not strange.
But my smile sinks in your apathy and drowns.
So, next day – I think- will come another chance
to make you smile, to make you fly,
to fix your glance into my eyes.
‘Cause I don’t want to lose this hope that keeps me alive,
that keeps me dying in your trap.
It’s not on me to see the end, where the fading hides.
No, not on me.
So I still talk to the moon and see diamonds in the rain
and slowly the clouds unravel and the dawn is not in vain.
And I will never be a dream but I’d die to be a thought.
I’d close the bulky door of our cozy room,
having you in my arms, you all dressed up in white.
I would untie your clothes, oh, but I…
I do not make you fly, I just drink too much
so the shine of hope tries to go down.
And I fight against oblivion, awakening and faint.
I envisage that you will realize that all my efforts are just to make you smile,
and your lips will yield on a precious night.
Perhaps.
Tonight I don’t want to work.
I am the star and I decide.
I just made up.
I just made up.
There you are now,
you are waiting down, down, down.
I’ve seen dreams that became true,
I live in this paradise.
Big or Nothing:
that’s my easy mind,
each dream I dream is just…
each dream I dream is just…
each dream I dream is …
Attained by my ambitious heart
and I always win, you will know me.
Mezcal, mezcal, mezcal, mezcal,
mezcal, mezcal, mescal.
(I’d like to change the world, but I cannot change the world, so I will not change the world)
I learnt how to leave all those things that are not big,
And I always leave things if they are not big,
Big or nothing,
Big or nothing,
Big or nothing,
Big or nothing,
I won’t take you, you are small, you are not big.
The worst thing that could happen to you
is that it looked nice,
because we all think- first- with the eyes.
So, the orange tone with red ribbons
of a tequila sunrise is the biggest trap.
You: don’t be a fool.
You: don’t leave your way.
Keep your nose on your lovely cup.
I heard that loyalty will always have its prize
and Midori is looking at you with its sad eyes.
And you think, you think:
Alright, alright, alright, alright….
Midori, my green lover:
you’ll always be the only one.
In Melon Cooler you are the star
but you look pretty alone.
Midori, Midori,
you’ll always bring light in the dark.
Sad old lady smoking through her cigarette holder, among butterflies jumping from the racks, she’s mending her half boot that somehow broke and almost sends her to the floor. Her ring, of costume jewelry is losing its last diamond and, as it’s unsticking, now it’s falling, too. Outside, outside a comet’s crossing the night sky before the stars. It all looks like a psychedelic curtain, but smoke surrounds it all and the window is also drunk.
Geoffrey sleeps upon his arm. A bird is flying under the volcano.
A sax player is missing each note.
And with each cup I write your name,
I scratch it on the table with my biggest nail.
It burns my heart, it burns my throat,
but air can also be terrible, many times it annoys me.
When a movement dispels my eyes
from my invisible friend
another answer, another question
comes to my head: should I be in this bar?
Oh, angel, all this anger after losing your love.
Ev’rybody knows I don’t like to be alone.
But I won’t try to amend it,
this time I won’t be wrong
I’ve got to accept what I’m doing
and do it alone.
So I’ll let the night go slowly down
and I’m gonna wait for the morning in this
Bohemian Bar.
I’ll hold the glass and I’ll uncork my heart
and I’m gonna find you there, at the comet’s tail,
right there, right there, right there.
She appeased the storm with her final whistle,
Then I stopped in front of the liquor store,
with sticky hands and a taste of offense,
for a second, not drunk.
As I checked the damages, squeezing my shoulders
I shuddered with the thunder’s din,
the light revealed the shy figure
that in the mirror hid.
Now I know that some things can’t be forgotten,
now I know that love leaves its trace,
now I’m sure that some roots are useless,
now I miss my bay.
But I took the torch and I burnt the old barn
believing I’d be free then,
ignoring that those flames would always
shine in my mind.
Now I know that I was only playing,
now I know that my thirst came from within,
now I’m sure that when I threw the dice,
I sent them out of the board.
The road appeared shifting the ruins
and the garnet sky was not a signal,
the spell had been said and paving stones
disappeared behind.
Which are the terms? I won’t renounce.
I know I’ve been caught; the warning was true.
She said: you: be sharp; and she was so cute,
but I’ve always walked on the wrong foot.
And I crossed the sliding doors
With a movement of my hands,
and later, in my head,
many rivers flew.
And I made my solid bed
with the tombstones of her dreams
and I went into the sleep
whose awakening is this.
Little thing, it all’s going to be different,
little thing, at last I changed my ways,
now i think that twilights are something beautiful,
and I want to see them beside my little thing.
My dear cat is also drunk
he drank up two sidecars.
Now he’s dancing with the moon
in the living room.
Here I am, in ruins,
with no pockets,
with no kind of hope.
Just a drink could take me to the street-
And I don’t need to cross the door-.
I don’t need you anymore.
I don’t need you anymore.
Black hair that I miss,
black eyes that I miss.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
But I don’t blame your cruelty,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no …
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
Singapore Sling, Daiquiri,
my loves.
Whisky Sour, Dry Martini,
Cuba Punch.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll never forget you, you know.