Off guard, close to my lips
harvest mouth, carnation breasts,
curves of honey, corner of voices
and knives of saliva.
I swam naked on your swell
now that the boat is sinking
and only you can save me.
And you doubt my doubts
of my rituals, of my ruins.
Between always and never
I swam naked on your swell
the foam of venus, the slender fruits
that wanted to milk
the dowser searching for water
Fiction is and will be
my own reality.
Artists of sin
I learned by heart
the geography of your
sugar and steel centre.
Venus foam,
I swam naked on your swell
immaterial perfume
shelter and beginning
the vertical howling
as an answer to your prodigies.
Fiction is and will be
my own reality.
With the unworn disguise
of diving into the ephemeral
fiction is and will be
the only reality.
Héroes del Silencio, "Venus Foam".
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