Sea of November


A sea of mercury in Malta
and the wind moves bluish greys:

My life is like a memory,
I don’t know where my past has gone,
not much of my future is left

I’ve never been too safe,
I’ve never known what I’ve done,
neither the old love never fading
nor the new love now lurking

There is no time in my life
but there is life in my time
the lively waves of this day
ignore the dead ones from yesterday.

El Matallana

Mar de noviembre


Un mar de mercurio en Malta
y el viento mueve grises azulados:

Mi vida parece un recuerdo,
no sé a dónde ha ido mi pasado,
queda poco hoy de mi futuro

Nunca he estado muy seguro,
nunca he sabido lo que he hecho,
ni aquel amor nunca olvidado
ni este nuevo ya al acecho

Pasa veloz el tiempo en mi vida
pero hay mucha vida en mi tiempo,
las vivas olas de este día
ignoran las de ayer que han muerto.

El Matallana

Our kiss



I know they also told you

about fear

and hate

us being excluded

from their feast

from our fate

from our fading eternity


You learned very well how to hide

and eventually forgot

that longing

for truth

and denied

a lovely place in our smile

where our life is our destiny


Our kiss is the kiss

from that time

when first two were really surprised

finding darkness, sadness

and light

beyond one’s cage of body or mind

caressing chaos with synergy


El Matallana

Flowers and love



There were flowers

before I thought about flowers

when I went back to valleys and gardens

all was already long gone


There was love

before I knew about love

when I understood what had happened

I found myself on my own


El Matallana


Public pervert

If time is my vessel, then learning to love

might be my way back to sea

The flying, the metal, the turning above,

these are just ways to be seen…


We all get paid,

yeah some get faith before they die,

then through stars we will navigate

through the holes in your eyes…


How many days will it take to land?

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, abandon


Oh, so swoon, baby, starry nights,

may our bodies remain

You move with me, I’ll treat you right, baby,

may our bodies remain


There is love to be made,

so just stay here for this while.

Perhaps heartstrings resuscitate,

the fading sounds of your life…


How many days will it take to land?

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, abandon


So swoon baby starry nights,

may our bodies remain

As deep we move, I’ll feed you light, baby,

may our bodies remain

Oh yeah in history, I’ll treat you right, baby,

I’m honest that way, hey!


Swoon baby starry nights,

may our bodies remain…


Interpol (1997) – Public Pervert, Antics (2004)

Life with luck – Vida con suerte


It seems that many people see life as the occasion to find love. Life for me is the event where you find out what your own life is (if you get lucky).

Parece que la vida para muchas personas es el acontecimiento donde uno encuentra el amor. Para mí la vida es el evento donde uno encuentra lo que su propia vida es (con suerte).

El Matallana





So you care about something, ah?
I just don’t care
Truth is nothing but a version of power
Our history has been raped
and cautiously re-written
with their dubious central symbols

You are just an eco
a sad reflection
of those ideas never own
so desperate to repeat yourself
so eager to be someone
for someone
who is no one

Your tears don’t move me anymore
Your version of love is full of hate
Beauty for you is now a way
to poorly disguise your ugliness…

I see you from my noisy silence
observing how you observe
so lost in your time of violence
so drowned in your given name

El Matallana