The words were wasps
And the streets like dunes
When I still wait for you to arrive
In a coffin I keep your touch and a crown
Wanting to find an endless rainbow
My hands that are still bone
And your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral is your body
You were summer and a thousand storms
And I the lion that smiles at the walls
That I have painted again the same color
I don't know how to tell kisses from roots
I don't know how to tell the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
The fire that was sometimes my own
The ash always someone else's
White sperm sliding down the spine!
We're already older and more sincere and who cares
If we stare at the lagoon that they call eternity
I don't know how to tell kisses from roots
I don't know how to tell the complicated from the simple
And now you're on my list
Everything burns if you apply the right spark