Che Guevara [English translation]

The floor of the hall

was sticky and full of

dance and strange boundaries

From your dad’s cupboard

you had stolen a bottle

Mint and mark coins

And when we kissed I believed in

Victory or death

Tell your husband to dress up

in the Che Guevara

When you fall on the bed

for a moment would it bring that danger

that ended in the stomach then

when we painted eyes by black

At the smoking place we rebelled

Against that machine we raged

To the three-room flat they now

bring salt and bred

I’m waiting on the corner

drunkenness

Your husband is bringing you

a glass of wine and water

It is so sweet that

it nauseates

And when you kiss

I want to be elsewhere

or somebody else

Tell your husband to dress up

in the Che Guevara

When you fall on the bed

for a moment would it bring that danger

that ended in the stomach then

when we painted eyes by black

At the smoking place we rebelled

And against that machine we raged