Ivette

At the door of a dive bar
a drunken tough guy,
remembering his past
that the girl left him,
among the sugarcane fumes
return to his memory
those pages of history
that his heart engraved.
Room that I no longer see you,
bed that I no longer share,
girl that out of pure mischief
left with another tough guy;
darling that you were the charm
of all the young crowd
and that for a silly thing
you hooked up with who knows who.
What can that other guy give you
that your old man hasn't given you!
Don't you remember that I stole
so that there's no lack of cash?
Don't you remember when in jail
I sent you little notebooks
with those lovely verses
born from the heart?
Don't you remember that with me
you wore your first hat
and that leather belt
that I took from another girl?
Didn't I bring you for your saint's day
a pair of fancy shoes
that one night I stole from a crook?
And with them some boots
with suede shafts
and a stylish skirt
made of crepe silk?
Don't you remember that I brought
that lettuce cream
that removed every blemish
from your face?
And those pink powders
that enhanced your colors
Remembering his loves
the poor tough guy cried...