Half morning in the city
and a train that always leaves,
Yesterday it rained amulets
of bad luck.
Today little lights turned on
that always turn off,
Disappear and appear,
like you, luck.
Each morning of my life
I wonder what will be of your indecent little eyes.
All the storms and the suns that don´t come out,
The scents and the flowers of September.
A spell or witchcraft or vengeance
Of life arrives late and almost isn´t felt,
I have memories of your devilish teeth
harassing from tomorrow till death.
Each subtlety of yesterday
Duplicates itself and fills
The autumns with dizziness
And the city with nostalgia.
I don´t look for "yesterdays" in today
Nor tomorrows in never more,
Minutes disguise themselves as seconds.
Nobody told me about you,
They painted the little devils and me
And our little angels of God
Danced, danced, danced at the edge with you.
Millions of absences without voices,
Ancient laments are heard from past lives.
Yesterday I thought about where in my memory
I have your back in front of the stream in Alta Córdoba in La Cañada.
I feel that I return and conceal my silences,
I don´t answer to ghosts or old times.
Nobody told me about you,
We threw a combination,
We ate wonders in the sun,
We broke the secret with you.
Nobody told me about you,
They painted the little devils and me
And our little angels of God
Danced, danced, danced at the edge with you.
Nobody told me about you,
We threw a combination,
We go and we say "jalou",
We ate wonders in the sun.
Nobody told me about you.