Embustera [English translation]

I'm always going to have to thank you

that you've been with me so much

a deceiver

and that you've taught what it is

to love:

dancing while we fall down the

stairs.

You've cleared up my doubts

and achieved that I learn

to be a perfect "Judas"

from the J to the S.*

With you understanding that

humidity

is something that is dried and is forgotten

thanks to you I have learned that the truth

is only a loose end from a lie.

For this I know that losing you

was not retaining nothing,

death is only luck

with the letters changed.

Deceiver,

your heart

is a zip

from Christian Dior,

whitewashed emotions

traffic with buttons

you lose with my infatuation.

Sleeping with you is repeating French in

a faculty

where a Miró resembles an obituary

and they teach how much darkness measures:

adding up nightmares and restless sleep.

Today I call the roses bread

and the vinegar nonsense;

the women that leave

remain in the street.

For how much it pains me, I should

admit

that others come to me without clothes and you

naked.

It would be much better, if I pretend to flee,

cut the rope, undo the knot.

I no longer play on your board.

I have torn apart our deck of cards.

I will only say that I love you

if it is the sharp end of a pocket knife.

Sleeping with you is repeating French in

a faculty

where a Miró resembles an obituary

and they teach how much darkness measures:

adding up nightmares and restless sleep.