Jugar por Jugar [English translation]

I suggest that the saddest of the prisioners

has the right to kave silk sheets;

bless the mouth that kisses

and doesn't swallow coins.

I propose to corrupt the puritan,

to spy the neighbours in the shower,

to take off to the Christians God

his crown of thorns.

No more daisies to the sane,

one has to run faster than the cops

to thance the waltz of memories

crying of joy.

Life is not a graph notebook

but a swallow in motion

who doesn't return to the nests of past

because he doesn't want the wind.

Is adviced to sleep like a log

far from design temptations,

may not pass by of your door

the man of your dreams.

The frog hides a charming prince,

your mouth a bittersweet jam

I'm in the mood for a fast course

of French kisses!

And playing for playing

without having to die or to kill

and to live upside down

because dancing is thinking with the feet.

Is advisable to be second-to-last crossing the line

of the stage in skateboard to the childhood

and executing the king of poets

with toy bullets

Why not earning a doctorate in zippers

like the ant on your back does

and basting with flag banners

red and yellow panties.

Are needed more ticklings to the serious

to think slow to walk fast

to give serenades in the graveyards

laughing till death.