Qué va a ser de mi [English translation]

What will become of me: I will go back to lying again.

I will fill my bed with ghosts, with the dead.

I will count the days, the streets that separate us.

On Sunday afternoons await your call.

I will curse the couples who, holding one another,

dream of empty hotel rooms.

And I will hate with certainty your laugh,

all my words, our farewell.

What will become of me: I will say outrageous things

to the beautiful women who come along my street.

Without your invitation, I will turn up at your parties.

When I remember you, I will laugh forcefully.

I'll go looking for you in the places we agreed to meet

although you do not come, although you have forgotten me.

I will write the letters I never wrote to you,

and turn up on time as you always wanted

What will become of me: I will go on a long trip

so the echo of your nights can never reach me.

What will become of me, I doubt there is a bar

where they can serve all the alcohol I need to forget.

I'll go looking for you in the places we agreed to meet

although you do not come, although you have forgotten me.

I will write the poems I never wrote for you,

and turn up on time, as you always wanted