can't get the stink off / he's been hanging round for days / comes like a comet / suckered you but not your friends / one day he'll get to you and teach you how to be a holy cow / you do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts / is that you do it to yourself / just you and no one else / you do it to yourself / you do it to yourself / don't get my sympathy hanging out the fifteenth floor / you've changed the locks three times he still comes reeling through the door / one day i'll get you and teach you how to get to purest hell / you do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts / is that you do it to yourself / just you and no one else / you do it to yourself / you do it to yourself / you do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts / is that you do it to yourself / just you, you and no one else / you do it to yourself / you do it to yourself... yourself... yourself... //

le escribimos a las ciudades
a los papelitos
lo que se lleva el viento
intentamos flagelar ficciones
que tienen mucho de uno mismo
la única forma de concebir a los otros

a los amantes
las fotos
los deseos
y las realidades

en tanto, no
no nos hemos cansado de nada de lo demás
ni de esto
todo lo que hagamos nos condena

en un abrir y cerrar de hojas
de crueldades ajenas
que se convierten en propias

prefiero
tu sonrisa a la mañana
transfiero
cualquier cosa que haya supuesto o pensado

y la realidad te destroza la nuca
se te esparce en las irrealidades, las ficciones
el sí mismo
la forma de concebir a los otros

que son nada excepto
amantes
fotos
deseos

amantes
fotos
deseos

lo recordado.