On the other side of your body
There's my life and the news
My tenderness when you sleep
My caresses when you're hurt
On the other side of your soul
There's the opposite of boredom
Perfumes of macadam
Venus by Nina Ricci
On the other side of your body
There are tango players
From a street in São Paulo
With machine guns on the back
On the other side of your body
There are my fingers wandering
On the other side of your soul
With my sick dreams
On the other side of your body
There are Lorcas, Hikmets
Millions more of others
Not necessarily all poets
On the other side of your soul
There are names in journals
Names of men and women
Who lived like heroes
On the other side of your body
There are streets of solitude
Where meteorites dream
Fleeing to the North and the South
On the other side of your soul
My eyes take refuge
My nights of vague spirit
When I walk around Paris