Everything suddenly exists among the vegetables and flies of ruined markets.
Consumed abandonment is more real than your consumed gestures. The night chills.
A drunk sailor says to you Lord, says to you cocaine. You look for a street name through the fog.
You look for a number, a door knocker shaped like an amputated hand.
Sometimes the street lamps show us your figure. Your face is tense and tears are drying next to your nose, which shines.
Your hair reminds me of an animal, of a Tarzan movie, of the first sexual act.
The hair gel on your sideburns of Valentino.
Your acrid scent gets confused and mimes the rotting food jelly.
You are a consumed shoeshiner wandering around the hills.
You are a mask, the abortion of a tango, contemplating the port’s lights.
Everything suddenly gets slow. Galaxies occur in your mind.

Aparecen galáxias en tus ojos

Mon pays, oh doux pays...
Mein Land, oh geliebtes Land...

Watani (Live)

Too Easily, Grande Amor

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Silver saxophones say I 
should refuse you

The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way, I wasn't born 
to lose you

I want you
so bad...

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you

And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from this broken cup
And ask for me to open up
the gate for you

I want you
so bad...

Now all my fathers they've gone down
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her

She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter...

I want you
so bad...

Song: Bob Dylan
Foto: Rafael

I want you (Bob Dylan) - at Zeeland, NL

Rafael Silveira

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