TIJUANATING

To el hombre who pudo hacer of me un man de culture

To Andy Warhol

Entre las noches de esta ciudad sin sueño
in an empty space of sex
te busco donde menos esperas
and I found you just across my bed
porque entre mis sábanas te escondes
smelling what we have called love
pero que otros llaman sólo sexo.

In the dark nights of this never sleep City
en un recinto vacío del sexo
I look for you where you have no idea
y te encuentro justo a través de mi cama
because you’re hidden in my sheets
oliendo a lo que nosotros llamamos amor
and others call it just sex.

“Just sex”, they have called
but what we have together is more than that
I don’t pay for you,
you don’t pay for me,
we pleased each other because we want to
we don’t reclaim false sentiments,
we don’t want our lives to be all,
we don’t ask for a pity of sex,
and we eat it all:
my skin and yours
your sex and mine
my lips and yours
your ass and mine.

We call this love
cuando otros le llaman sexo
they pay for it, for an tour or so,
nosotros nos regalamos a cualquier hora
we call this love and have just plain sex.