I was a capo in the environment,
wasted adrenaline,
he introduced me to Corrientes,
I had a box at the Colón,
I drove a convertible,
I did not skimp on tips,
the impossible chimeras
from others were my routine,
the mine was not born
to tell me no.
But pucha, a one twenty-nine
from that leap February
I saw myself staying overnight on a Thursday
on a station bench,
no more trousseau than the one,
neither credit card, nor blanket.
The rats that fled the ship
of my daughters' portrait
They pushed me to the frame
Believing it was art deco.
The show girls and the girls
they vanished with the twine,
the boys of the bar
they did not throw me a piolin;
Charly did not have a detail
nor Fito a ?? what do you need ???
when, at the end of the street,
I broke my caricature,
nor the garbage truck
He had a pallet for me.
I dialed the beloved movicon
of an angora kitten,
Do not bother the lady ??
answered the answering machine.
And I learned that to be broken
it's not Dante's hell,
not a brilliant curriculum
Aladdin's lamp,
when they talk to me about destiny
change of conversation.
Rosicleres mirages
I do not frown anymore,
nor do they charge me rents
the women that I forgot,
under the sun that stabbed me
I live without a country or owner,
how the air is given
and the soul never the persistence
with the leftovers of my dreams
I have enough to eat.
What shall I regret?
the blood is bubbling in my veins,
every day when I wake up
I like to resurrect,
whoever wants to accompany me
I change verses for sorrows,
under the bridges of the Seine
of those who lose the north
sleeps without a passport
and it is frowned upon to cry.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)