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Loss

No one to trust or depend on no more,
Nothing is left of what I found before.
Tears of blood as I bury your name,
Easier to deal with anger and shame.
 
Cut the pleasure to the core,
Am I scared or are you bored.
Silently drifting, or on your shore,
Why is it and who can tell for sure?.
 
Mouth made of sand and my heart made of stone,
Nothing to say and the hands left alone.
What did I do, did I hurt you sweet soul?
All that I wanted was warmth, now it's cold.
 
Like forever, the rain keeps falling down,
Like forever, it hurts.
 
Cut the pleasure to the core,
My loss.
 

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Weakness

Ran away from silence to the fury
Hope I find someone there that could cure me
I went to the world
My weakness got stronger every day
Though my chequered history's appalling
In the line of beauty I lay fallen
I found a girl
She's my weakness, gets stronger every day
Every day
 
I can't promise I will love you for the rest of your life
But you know I'm gonna be there for the rest of mine
We pour our hearts into a box
Seal that box with chains and locks
And then we hide it
Don't dare look inside it
In case the feeling shows
You could spend all your life with that damn box
Trying to keep it closed
 
Went around the world in 80 lovers
Don't think really anyone recovered
Go see the world
Let your weakness get stronger every day
Every day
 
I took photographs of Mars
Left my footprints on the Moon
I wanted the universe
Then they sent you
We pour our hearts into a box
Seal that box with chains and locks
And then we hide it
Don't dare look inside it
In case the feeling shows
You could spend all your life with that damn box
Trying to keep it closed
 
We pour our hearts into a box
Seal that box with chains and locks
And then we hide it
Don't dare look inside it
In case the feeling shows
We could spend all our lives with that damn box
Trying to keep it closed
 

The Night We Called It a Day

There was a moon out in space
But a cloud drifted over its face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day
 
I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadn't the heart left to pray
In the night we called it a day
 
Soft through the dark
The hoot of an owl in the sky
Sad though his song
No bluer was he than I
 
The moon went down, stars were gone
But the sun didn't rise with the dawn
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day
 
There wasn't a thing left to say
The night we called it a day
Called it a day
 

The Eyes Have It

Been uptown
I've been out on the street
See the people pass and meet
See them kiss and hug
And smile a bit
But see the eyes
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
 
Heard the music
I heard the group
Seen the singer pose and stoop
Girls in dancehalls
Girls in bars
He’s known some girls
In the backs of cars
 
Seen the lady
Seen the lake
Seen the mirror crack and break
Held her close at night
What a perfect fit
Till I saw her eyes
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
 
Feel it
 
Down in the nightclub
Everybody’s doing fine
There’s Charlie in the washroom
A waitress
With your wine
It’s paradise
Or the low-down pit
See the eyes
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
 
Been uptown
I've been out on the street
See the people pass and meet
See them kiss and hug
And smile a bit
But see the eyes
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
The eyes have it
 

Madre, me voy mañana a Santiago

Madre, voy mañana a Santiago,
a mojarme en tu bendición y en tu llanto.
Acomodando estoy mis desengaños y el rosado
de llaga de mis falsos trajines.

        Me esperará tu arco de asombro,
las tonsuradas columnas de tus ansias
que se acaban la vida. Me esperará el patio,
el corredor de abajo con sus tondos y repulgos
de fiesta. Me esperará mi sillón ayo,
aquel buen quijarudo trasto de dinástico
cuero, que para no más rezongando a las nalgas
tataranietas, de correa a correhuela.

        Estoy cribando mis cariños más puros.
Estoy ejeando ¿no oyes jadear la sonda?
        ¿no oyes tascar dianas?
estoy plasmando tu fórmula de amor
para todos los huecos de este suelo.
Oh si se dispusieran los tácitos volantes
para todas las cintas más distantes.

Así, muerta inmortal. Así.
Bajo los dobles arcos de tu sangre, por donde
hay que pasar tan de puntillas, que hasta mi padre
para ir por allí,
humildóse hasta menos de la mitad del hombre,
hasta ser el primer pequeño que tuviste.

        Así, muerta inmortal.
Entre la columnata de tus huesos
que no puede caer ni a lloros,
y a cuyo lado ni el destino pudo entrometer
ni un solo dedo suyo.

        Así, muerta inmortal.
Así.