the neurons kick in
and people walk
without concern for a song with no message.
The hand that holds a daiquiri
rehearsed in front of the mirror
its courtship dance to shameless ovaries.
Chase the ghost of a penis without hair gel
that surprises the ear with something interesting
is a lost cause.
The eyes that look at you
prefer the bestseller of lace panties
to reading you Cortázar.
the blue princes hide in the sewers
of a city without puddles.
in the original Spanish
Translated by Curtis Bauer
“Caribbean Mix” is from Nanas para hombres grises (Lullabies For Grey Men) (Diputación de Huelva, 2006).