Entre hormigones - Marea

Sigue durmiendo, que no quiero que me veas

Escupiendo los flecos de tu falda otra vez,

Que encontr por los bares y me los met a pares

Entre el hueso y la piel,

Suea despacio con mi palacio,

Que es el paraso en que piso aunque sea un mojn

Con tu nombre escrito por los rinconcitos

De su corazn,

Cuando despiertes caers conmigo en el barrizal,

Y entre hormigones me vers, entre lunas de alquitrn,

Entre sus pezones tiesos,

Con las persianas levants, que a la puta oscuridad

Le sobran besos,

Si ests cansada yo te vigilo las hadas

Que se van en manada con un trote cabrn

A lo alto de un cerro

Para vez el entierro de la imaginacin,

Sigue roncando y, de vez en cuando, afloja correa

Que veas que yo sigo aqu,

De mala ralea, siempre de berrea, queriendo gemir,

Cuando despiertes estar con los charcos en los pies,

Y entre hormigones me vers, entre lunas de alquitrn,

Entre sus pezones tiesos,

Con las persianas levants, que a la puta oscuriad

Le sobran besos,

Aqu estar, esperando a que pises

Todas las maanas grises y las tardes tuertas,

Aqu, de pie, quejo de la acera,

El amrtillo para espejos de no ver,

Querrs saber de tantos manantiales

Que en mi boca desembocan como lava hambrienta,

Le contar que nunca fui un poeta,

Para las arrugas viejas soy Jos.

Keep sleeping, I don't want you to see me

Spitting out the fringes of your skirt again,

That I found in the bars and I put them in pairs

Between the bone and the skin,

Dream slowly with my palace,

What is the paradise in which I floor even if it is a mojn

With your name written in the little corners

From his heart to him,

When you wake up you will fall with me in the mud,

And between concrete you will see me, between moons of tar,

Between her stiff nipples,

With the blinds you raise, that to the fucking darkness

You have plenty of kisses,

If you're tired I'll watch you the fairies

That they go in a herd with a bastard trot

At the top of a hill

For once the burial of the imagination,

She keeps snoring and from time to time she loosens her leash

That you see that I'm still here,

Bad breed, always bellowing, wanting to moan,

When you wake up with puddles on your feet,

And between concrete you will see me, between moons of tar,

Between her stiff nipples,

With the blinds you raise, that to the fucking darkness

You have plenty of kisses,

I'll be here, waiting for you to step on

All the gray mornings and the one-eyed afternoons,

Here, standing, complaining of the sidewalk,

The hammer for mirrors of not seeing,

You will want to know about so many springs

That flow into my mouth like hungry lava,

I will tell you that I was never a poet,

For old wrinkles I'm Jos.