That afternoon they went to the movies,
they made love.
You asked: "aren't you smoking too much?"
I was burning the calendar
and turning back your watch.
That afternoon Christ was sleeping in a photo booth.
A gray man was walking a green dog.
A young woman in her womb
was cooing a scorpion.
The cashiers at the supermarket, the glow-worms, the devils
tore off their two fings and darkened their light.
The castle ghosts, the prison inmates
weren't dreaming a escape
if an airplane crossed by
their blue rectangle.
Remember? That afternoon, lovers would hide
naked in the balcony.
That afternoon, you remember, Cinderella was awaiting
her kidnapper.
That afternoon cried sulfur
the brunnete from the peepshow.
Someone sighed at the office.
He was plotting your ruin,
while you looked for a taxi to the station.
That afternoon the nota roja1
assaulted me at a threshold.
A woman bought tuna fish on sale.
A pair of legs were opening and another bar was closing.
Drunkards, singers, whores and students
went to bed very early, they cried their bitterness saetas2.
Markets, taverns, schools and churches
silenced their chants and the couple bid each other goodbye,
the Virgin and Lucifer.
Remember? That afternoon Scheherazade forgot
her tales and Baghdad burned.
That afternoon, remember, when war exploded
my city shined brightly.
That afternoon they went to the movies,
they made love.
