There, there, there...
where a town hides
in the middle of Nothing
and a dream stands
between cloak and Sword,
the clock is a hype
when the hour breaks
and the miracle, a leg
that never corrupts...
There, there, there, barks at its shadow
with barking light
the silhouette of a Dog
Calandaluz.
There, there, there...
where the cinema is a dream
of toilets in a row
and the cloud, knife
that cut a pupil,
he watches his weapons in the dark,
Potuntún from the pharmacy,
the Soldier Crab
to his Mañica Virgin...
There, there, there, he barks at his shadow
with barking light
the silhouette of a Dog
Calandaluz.
There, there, there...
where the thirds
spray mauve tunics
and the blood on the leather
the last salvo plays,
the Delirium is deafness
of a million drums
doubling like devils
exterminators...
There, there, there, he barks at his shadow
with barks of light
br/>the silhouette of a Dog
Calandaluz.
There, there, there...

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