​CANCI O NES
THE FARERO
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In the light of the old town,
where wine saves deaths,
in a dark tavern
from the dock of the port;
dockers sleep
hearing a black man sing,
of lips like melons ,
a song by Juan Perro.
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He came up in a gale
for the beaches of my dream,
a ship that on the high seas
he ran aground stretching his neck.
I soon learned to shipwreck
I never know if I am coming or going,
if this light is noon
or darkness of silence.
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I am from the suburbs,
of a sailor song,
that enlightens me where I am
and he holds me prisoner.
I come from the stars,
I go to the stars,
if they give me their regret
Well I regret to you I give.
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So I'm coming home
let the sea watch over your dream,
what to sail in the dark
all you need is wind.
That the world cares little,
nor to the jaws of progress,
the little flame of this lighthouse,
the flame of this lighthouse keeper.
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How beautiful is loneliness
how beautiful their rigging,
and how nice it is to navigate
on its old timbers.
YOU WILL BE SALIVA IN MY MOUTH
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In the leaves of the wind
that time leaves in its flight,
the afternoon fell asleep
in the yellow morning.
From passion a canvas is born
of youth in the look,
violet, in the heights
wet from my bed.
You will be saliva in my mouth
wavy like foam
you will shade the dark
of the dark room.
For not having you forget you
and abandon myself to silence
Why can't I find you?
Why is love a mystery?
Your body on my body
explodes in its light, the bulb,
and its ruins of fire
screams that shine in the night.
You will be saliva in my mouth
wavy like foam
you will shade the dark
of the dark room.
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At two, at one, none,
of the moon that I love you
I keep your naked image
in the loft of desire.
I want to roam your streets
I want to be born in a dream
to be a song of a living verse
when the minstrels have died.
SAD VILLAGE
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I am aimlessly lost in the streets,
looking for a reason to love you,
you know that my song belongs to nobody
utopias conquer death,
which are like the evening that illuminates
with warm light kisses from a lover,
so are the loves that germinate
and they find no heaven to abandon themselves.
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You come from the ocean of noise
I come from the murmur of the streets,
We beat the murderous times
prisoners of water, prisoners of hunger.
It will be that we love each other so naked,
so free, so fleeting, so vividly,
will it be that the loves to be free,
they are born to die eternally.
My song becomes rain in other worlds,
the moon is the one that comes to comfort me,
to the temperate cajon of my guitar.
I am looking for dreams to abandon you.
I curse every verse that I write to you,
damn the song that I sing to you now,
that hurts like the air that I breathe
Well, I loved you so much, because I love you so much,
that to love you for me would be to forget you,
and forget the afternoon you left,
watch the night light up
in my sad village.
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THE FISHERMAN'S DREAM
How cold it is on the moon
harbinger of bad weather,
the waters are calm
the wind will be deceiving me;
that where God lives
there is a shortcut to hell.
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Oh, you're crazy
so much fish won't fit in your boat
Oh, you're crazy
the nets will not hold so much fishing
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And in the closets of the sea
the shipwrecks of the fish
are stored with networks
of someone who went fishing,
and now you hear him cry
which captive in a battlement,
tonight there is a full moon
and I can't navigate.
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Oh, you're crazy
so much fish won't fit in your boat
Oh, you're crazy
the nets will not hold so much fishing
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And i can't navigate
because sorrow invades me
I got lost in the networks
and I'm fishing in the sand
in the shelter of a bonfire
I feel my soul shipwreck
and a whale wail
in the plastics of the sea.