19 Dias Y 500 Noches [English translation]

Our thing lasted

about as much as two ice fish

on a whiskey on the rocks.

Instead of faking

or crashing a cup of jealousy on my face

she felt like laughing.

Suddenly I saw myself

like a dog with no owner

barking at heaven's door.

She left me a vanity case full of slights

the honey on my lips

and frost on my hair.

They were right

my lovers, they were

when they said that, before,

the bad guy was me.

With one exception:

this time

I wanted to want her wanted self

and she didn´t.

So she left,

she left my heart

stripped bare of flesh

and me on my knees.

From the taxi

and, indulging on an excess

she blew two kisses at me...

One for each cheek.

And I came back

to the curse

of the drawer without her clothes

to the doom

of cocktail bars

to all those

sixpenny Cinderellas

and, around those bottles

of Fino Laina *

paying the tabs

of soulless people

that loses their temper

with cocaine.

Going mad,

wasting

life and coin

little by little

I gave her up.

Despite the fact that I

so as not to smother

Maria with flowers,

so as not to bore her

with my anthology

of cold sheets

and empty bedrooms,

so as not to buy her

with cheap jewelry

or be the dofus

that goes on the parades

with the Brotherhood

of Holy Reproach,

so much I loved her

that it took, to learn

to forget her, nineteen days

and five hundred nights.

She said "Hi and goodbye"

and the door slamming sounded

like a question mark.

It was thus, I suspect

how, through oblivion, Cupid

had revenge on me.

I don´t ask for frogiveness

¿What for? if she would forgive me

because she no longer cares...

she always had a proud forehead,

a very long tongue

and a very short skirt.

She abandoned me,

like one abandoned

those old shoes.

She broke the glass

of my near-sighted glasses

pulled from the mirror

her spitting image

and I went, pretty as a pie,

through the alleys

of gambling and wine

so much that yesterday, the bouncer

kicked me out from the Casino

at Torrelodones.

What an abysmal grief,

I´d reject the Holy Sacrament

the very instant

it'd be her administering it.

Despite the fact that I

so as not to smother

Maria with flowers,

so as not to bore her

with my anthology

of cold sheets

and empty bedrooms,

so as not to buy her

with cheap jewelry

or be the dofus

that goes on the parades

with the Brotherhood

of Holy Reproach,

so much I loved her

that it took, to learn

to forget her, nineteen days

and five hundred nights.

And I came back, etc...