Los libros de la buena memoria [English translation]

The wine warms,

dreams as it gasps...

from it's mouth,

a greenish sweetness...

and between the books,

of the good memory,

he keeps listening,

like a blind man in front of a sea...

My voice will come to you,

my mouth as well...

maybe I'll trust it,

that you were a vestige of the future.

Red and green,

lights of love.. conjure,

under a red halo...

what strange shadow,

you hid from my sight...

that you never heard,

the crunch of leaves...

Well then I'll write to you,

I’ll make you cry...

my mouth will kiss you,

and all the tenderness of your aquarium...

More if the moon,

reddened in thirst...

or the impalas,

ran across your pond...

you wouldn't come,

to win in your soul...

I know you would take,

a long way to get there...

I'm still here, waiting for you...

everything is dark,

I don't know if the sea will rest...

A stem will have grown on the walnut tree...

the light will have marked people without faith...

and this bottle,

has been emptied as well...

that not even dreams,

can hide from rumors...

Liquor don't come back now,

stop laughing...

it's not needed anymore,

you can already see the tigers in the rain...