The Last of the Line
Reasonable Astronomy
Herbs of Asia
Music: Q. Portet/M. García García-Perez
Lyrics: Q. Portet
To know things that no one knows;
to err with you, dizzy.
The wind brought you and I loved you
like a child.
That's not a big deal,
but something has to be written.
Herbs of Asia of a thousand aromas;
mixed in them, I still wait for you.
Like a chess king, clumsy and absurd,
die another gray Sunday afternoon.
Everything I do is to love you.
I have wasted time
sunken in vile prose;
unlikely and benign
the myths of yesterday return.
I have wasted time
that I spent away from you.
While the rain falls,
in the light of a candle.
I read your old letters,
my old songs.
Sun of mild winters,
lost forever;
laughter that died
with the icy wind.
The dark animal
that is inside me returns to graze in the radiant blue
of yesterday;
the song returns
that made us fall in love
and the Moroccan night
of your kisses.
Let me smell in your skin
everything I lost.
I have wasted time
sunken in vile prose,
unlikely and benign
yesterday's myths return.
I have wasted the time
that I spent away from you.
To know things that no one knows;
to wander with you, dizzy.
Vile prose of life,
dirty effectiveness,
may your dreams erase you,
crazy and free.