Bar

Smell of nicotine
Wobbly tables
Orders of tequilas
Red lights

Conversations that are forgotten
When it arrives
The damn hangover

Waitresses with bills
In their blouse
Trenches of a
Semi-diffuse light

That takes away the face
Of those who hide personal secrets

The bar is a
Low-budget hotel
That cures the sorrow
Of those who don't know what to do with the sleeplessness
Like me

Papers under the table
Cocktails that relieve sadness
Songs like daggers in the chest
Of melancholy

Stories that lead nowhere
Glories of a past so past
And my dreams wandering suicidally
On the old stage

I've been stuck here half my life
And I'm still alone and without a way out
Remembering all the damn nights

And there she sat
And there she fell in love with me
There while I sang
I painted subversive messages on napkins
While holding her
There she sat
There she fell in love with me
There in that chair she
One day got bored of me

Her name was Dolores
What irony
Dolores wasn't looking for company
That lasted longer than the
After show and the sweat of the dressing room

She joined the delusions of the late night
She allied with the eye drops and the waste
And I who baptized with love what was company
We never saw the moon because the bar
Never reminded us that outside
The world continued without us

Because
There she sat
There she fell in love with me
There while I sang
I painted subversive messages on napkins
While holding her
There she sat
There she fell in love with me
There in that chair she
One day got bored of me

My charisma ran out
If you saw me
My voice is not the same anymore
If you heard me
The night is a damn fun
But it takes its toll
I smoke another cigarette and the morning
Dims me like mud on the window
And I return as always
Remembering

That
There she sat
There she fell in love with me
There in that chair she
One day got bored of me

On a Thursday she decided not to return
And there is no night in this bar
That I don't sing her song in case she comes back