Rain suspended in the neon lights
scratches my lungs and the
metal red varnish of the car that watches you leave
Callao1 station, wrapped up in a cloud
of ashes and Tresor,
tired as the smoke from my mouth,
as that day when you said goodbye.
"Blondie, what are you doing here?
This is far from your neighborhood".
And the sweet scalpel
of memory, the old touch
of your cheek, cut me.
Have something with me
before sidewalks burn,
before Spring comes to an end and tell me
what you've been doing all this time,
tell me you're Ok.
Let's go in here, did you marry?
Really...
Boss, a couple of beers.
Admit you searched for me
among the debris,
in the ruins of the soul.
Tell me you still remember
the back seat of that car,
the voyeurs at the park,
grass all over my jeans
and the certainty of feelings.
You always looked South,
young and beautiful.
You used to say that beyond the highway
you waited for me to escape.
We looked South, I didn't get so far
because I didn't find at the other side
the certainties I had lost.
And this brightness.
I keep fighting and writing songs,
for dying young I'm already too old
-it was never my goal-.
That life was for real
the poet already warned you,
and like me, you did the right thing,
you didn't listen to him either.
That's the reason I followed you up to the precipice,
and I softly touched the lights of your stamen.
You left me war,
and bundles of nettles.
You left taking my breath away,
with my Sabina2 albums,
with the key to the future.
The rust of time respects you.
Another beer. What do you mean you're leaving?
In a hurry as always, blondie.
You're still the same.
Ok, you're right,
up to a point we've changed.
Time did beat us.
You changed your dye,
I lie worse with each passing day.
I'll walk you to the subway station.
No, dear, it's no trouble,
and if you need reinforcements:
my phone number in your notebook
and the certainty of feelings.
You always looked South,
young and beautiful.
You used to say that beyond the highway
you waited for me to escape.
We looked South, I didn't get so far
because I didn't find at the other side
the certainties I had lost.
And this brightness.
And this brightness...
