Carlos Performance Pay Pay Chaouen in Cadiz.
The song, which made a version Ana Torroja, inspired THIS POEM and says this:
I
naked at dawn in this top floor attic
not know if I get a hundred
or give me a truce in the sink
I have no money for the train that brings me to your neighborhood
need air in the lung of the sky from your lips.
The window has given me the sun that brings warmth and sense of loss
nothing remains of alcohol
who were Christ at the Last Supper.
do not know if
tattooed send a postcard illusions or hallucinations
a carnival full of pasodobles.
My heart drools at the stern
not know where my clothes (*), have I lost
with fear.
I never tire of
take my hat off to get wet when it rains
songs and I will realize in this fucking life
I never tire of looking at you face
I never get tired of living in
scenarios and no more opponents
back we love are the three flowers that are watered daily.
Pupils and quench your thirst
in the venom of the vine
also invented the color of the vowels
strawberry flavored. Visit
afternoon light, blue light prison angel
tide and you're not burning you, and less later.
window sun disappeared the migration
going tomorrow Already reached the desired
moon that we never avoid eye.
There is a paradise in every skin
and a god in every man
I keep putting on the sofa cushions of songs.
My heart drools at the stern .. .
(*) do not know where the coca, in other versions
In turn, the phrase "my heart dribbles at the stern" (as some other expressions used in his songs Chaouen, is taken from this poem by Arthur Rimbaud):
MY HEART TORMENTED
My sad heart drools at the stern, my heart full of snuff: throw spit on him, my sad heart drools at Stern: under the taunts of the soldiers loosing a general laugh, my sad heart drools at the stern, my heart full of snuff! phallic and sorchescos his insults have depraved! tell the stories in the evening phallic and sorchescos. abracadabrantescos waves, take my heart, salvadlo! phallic and sorchescos his insults have depraved! When their whips have ceased, How to act, O stolen heart? Bacchic choruses will hear when their whips have ceased: 'll startle stomachal degrade if my sad heart . When their whips have ceased, how to act, O stolen heart?
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