Lo peor de todo - Real de Catorce

Lo peor de todo es que no hay huella de tus luces

Como he buscado en los andamios de la noche

Entre vampiros, entre vagos que en lo oscuro

Fincan puertos

Lo peor de todo es que la sabana mojada

Y tus jadeos maquillados de fantasmas

El mundo en tanto consumiéndose

En minutas de papel

Lo peor de todo es la ternura

Con que recoges a los hijos de la calle

Lo peor de todo estar desnuda

Para encarar la soledad de tus amantes

Que en tus pechos se vienen a morir

Lo peor de todo es que la calle llora mares

Que te persigan con sus redes peregrinas

Que de un café se puede ir al mismo fin del universo

Lo peor de todo es esta almohada calcinada

Y los silencios alquilándose en refugios

De cuántos pases, dime, puede embrujarte

Mi canción

Lo peor de todo es que la pinta me conoces

Que me hice un nido en tu axila estelada

Lo peor de todo es que los náufragos

Solemos desvariar

Lo peor de todo es la ternura

Con que recoges a los hijos de la calle

Lo peor de todo estar desnuda

Para encarar la soledad de tus amantes

Que en tus pechos se vienen a morir

Lo peor de todo es que no hay huella de tus luces

Como he buscado en los andamios de la noche

Entre vampiros, entre vagos que en lo oscuro

Fincan puertos

The worst of all is that there is no trace of your lights

As I have searched the scaffolding of the night

Between vampires, between bums that in the dark

finca ports

The worst of all is that the wet sheet

And your gasps made up of ghosts

The world while consuming

In paper minutes

The worst of all is the tenderness

With which you pick up the children of the street

Worst of all being naked

To face the loneliness of your lovers

that in your breasts they come to die

The worst of all is that the street cries seas

That they persecute you with their pilgrim nets

That from a coffee you can go to the very end of the universe

Worst of all is this charred pillow

And the silences renting in shelters

How many passes, tell me, it can bewitch you

My song

Worst of all is that you know me look

That I made a nest in your stellate armpit

The worst of all is that the shipwrecked

we tend to rave

The worst of all is the tenderness

With which you pick up the children of the street

Worst of all being naked

To face the loneliness of your lovers

that in your breasts they come to die

The worst of all is that there is no trace of your lights

As I have searched the scaffolding of the night

Between vampires, between bums that in the dark

finca ports