Trapeze
I wanted it to be said differently
What everyone feels
But cannot express
My trapeze swinging slowly
Stuck right there in the firmament
And I trying to balance myself
I know it is a strange sight
But the guy in the dreams has a trick
For sending me this image before I wake
In the morning still half stupefied
With mascara down to my cheeks
Fighting to try to remember
What I did last night
Whether it was something or next to nothing
Besides the tequilas in the bar
Usually there is nothing wrong
The problem is the moral hangover
When this Frida comes to visit me
Yesterday I was a little coquettish
Today I cannot even remember the nonsense
That sometimes it is better not to remember
The only things I remember clearly
The cup, the salt, the lemon
And afterwards my trapeze in the air
And afterwards my trapeze in the air
And afterwards my trapeze in the air