I sometimes fly but others
I drag too close to the ground
Some wee hours I stay awake
and walk like a cat in heat
patrolling the city
Looking for a kitten
in that damned hour when bars
are about to close
when the soul needs a body to caress
I sometimes live but others
life goes away with my writtings
I sometimes look for an inspired and
possesive adjective
to scratch your heart
Then I throw my message away
a bottle carries it in its
luggage and drives it
to the sea of your lack of appreciation
I don't want to blackmail you, just to give you a song
And I sometimes lean back
my head over the moon's shoulder
and talk to her about that inappropiate lover
who is called solitude (2)
I sometimes win and others
I set up a circus and dwarfs grow up
I sometimes come across a worm
in the father Adan's forbidden apple
tree fruit
or I sleep and leave the door of my bedroom open
just in case
you decide to come back
Much weirder was that summer when it didn't stop snowing
And I sometimes lean back
my head over the moon's shoulder
and talk to her about that inappropiate lover
who is called solitude (2)