Run, said the tortoise. Dare, said the coward.
I’m on the way back, said a guy who never went to any part.
Save me, said the executioner. I know that you did it, said the guilty.
Don’t yell at me, said the deaf. Today is Thursday, said the Tuesday.
And you, don’t perfume yourself with words to console me
Leave me alone with myself
With the innermost enemy that lives badly on its pension in my heart
The mistrustful, the fugitive, the darker of the two
The poor relative of doubt
He who never undresses if I do not undress myself
The capricious, the proud
The other, the accomplice, traitor
To you I am talking, to you, who never follows my suggestions
To you I am shouting, to you, who is stuck in my skin
To you who is crying there, on the other side of the mirror
To you who I do not owe, more than the push last night that brought me to write this song
Don’t lie, said the liar. Good luck, said the jinx
Take care of your soul, said the fat meat vendor.
Taste me, said the venom, love me like the lovers hated.
No drugs, said the dealer. How much are you worth, said the gangster.
At the point of giving up, I was a step away from burning the naves,
When at the edge of the path,
Twice, the destiny that winked in the form of a woman’s lips
You invite us to a glass, I will dry your sweat
I will embrace you under your clothes
Who will sleep with me, don’t even dream that they answered
An angry girl, and another enchanted one said nothing and smiled.
To you I am talking, to you, who never follows my suggestions
To you I am shouting, to you, who is stuck in my skin
To you who is crying there, on the other side of the mirror
To you who I do not owe, more than the push last night that brought me to write this song