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​CANCI O NES

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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.

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