I feel, lo siento, me siento
embarazada con mi lengua hinchada,
when mis palabras mal hechos echo sin fin.

Desde the momento my words leave mi boca
I can escucharlos fallando, falling, 
quebrando sobre the piso desordenado,
ya littered con los rotten shards de mis palabras rotas.

I tread through them lentamente, y en puntillas,
as to not slice mi lengua larga y grosa
que dangles desde mis dead dientes dorados,
Y que crece more y más con cada minor mella.

I feel, lo siento, me siento
encarcelada by my lengua hinchada,
when mis palabras mal hechos echo sin fin.

Nadie would ever know if I left mi boca bolted.
I would sentir no shame but no éxito either.
To realizarme, I need to first realizar, then realize,
that without exit nor entrada, I’m stuck en una sala sola.

Either way I can still escucharlos, the records de mis recordados.
Veo my vocals volando in the circus de mi cerebro, 
circulando, casi cayendo, haciendo espirales in the aire, 
around my nude tongue tied in nudo, trapped en trapecio.

I feel, lo siento, me siento
avergonzado con mi turbulent tongue,
when mis palabras mal hechos echo sin fin.











Translated to English:

Backbone Mouth

I feel, I’m sorry, I feel
Pregnant with my swollen tongue
When my misspoken words echo without end

Since the moment my words leave my mouth,
I can hear them failing, falling,
Shattering on the cluttered floor,
Already littered with the rotten shards of my broken words

I tread through them slowly, and on tiptoe,
As to not slice my long and thick tongue
That dangles from my dead golden teeth,
And that grows more and more with every minor cut.

I feel, I’m sorry, I feel,
Imprisoned by my swollen tongue,
When my misspoken words echo without end

No one would ever know if I left my mouth bolted.
I would feel no shame but no success either.
To come to terms with myself, I need to first act, then realize,
That without exit nor entrance, I’m stuck in a room alone.

Either way I can still hear them, the records of my memories.
I see my vocals flying in the circus of my brain,
Circling, almost falling, doing spirals in the air,
Around my nude tongue tied in knot, trapped on trapeze. 

I feel, I’m sorry, I feel
Embarrassed with my turbulent tongue,
When my misspoken words echo without end