Reproches

I don't want more reproaches
Women, women, more women
Tomorrow you'll die
And what do you have?
Where are you from?

No one kisses our wrinkled skins anymore
Can't you see, we're not young, no one loves you
You lost what many wait for their whole life
That never comes, that they never glimpse

Wanting to be loved like McGregor and Kidman
Not just by yourself like Berma
Like the piano Szpilman, tiquiriu Mandinga
Like Tomasa danced through the neighborhood of Timba
Love is not a signature, open the door Vilma!

And tell me something that truly distinguishes us
My mistakes kill me, the successes don't cover
Don't overlap, the soul is not opaque
I am the Jackass of feelings
Like a Yamakashi through the walls of my inside

Almost find myself, but in the end I fall
I fall, I get lost, lose others
For not taking care of them more than mistreating them
Tonight there's no reproach, remember and toast

Do you remember that night
When, when to torment each other
We threw a thousand reproaches?
And we didn't know, we didn't know how to be silent
It was a beautiful time, she's mulatto

She played the maracas
I, a poet, took her to Caracas
Our crazy life
I cooked, she danced salsa, the good one
She's from Granada but looks like Havana

Lives on Earth but comes from the Moon
Asks me for a ring, but I kept the pen
Give me a sandwich, my soul collapses
Guajira

Do you remember that night, when, when to torment each other
We threw a thousand reproaches? And we didn't know, we didn't know how to be silent
The flower girl in her hair, with starry eyes
Consolation of a selfish and arrogant drunk
Not having her is like being in jail

I swear, I beg you, I don't write this blindly
Princess and bandit, jealousy killed us
Why is reproach always where I go?
Family, friends, those I love
I'm not right and they can't see it

I must bring out my shit, fight for them
I swear on my dead that I try
That I focus and they shoot me
That if I stray, they miss me
That my heart never stops

Lose hours for good, for bad, don't fuck with me!
Even my charm evaporates
She should pay for my destructive quirks
And what are you looking at with your pathetic shit?
Many could use some self-criticism

This is for mine and for me
So that tomorrow I'm happy to see my footprints
My beloved son
That my hands rub in pride for what they did
That my mouth smiles for what it said

Guajira, Guantanamera
How long will you wait for me? Punta galera
A fortunate fisherman
The day I hooked that brunette
The sirens sounded

The bells of the tower of the candle
Gypsy basket weaver threw rosemary
I'm not Romeo, but my verses are more beautiful
You and I, if you want, we fly to New York
To the cosmos, Palm Sunday
Guided by rhythms, cursed poet

I take off her dress, it's my style
Fine, jacket and glass of wine, come on tell her
Another night, another night, another night
Eating from her candy
You leave me touched, no reproaches
Not even Margaret Thatcher, la vita dolce

Soft, soft, tell her, tell her
Tell her she doesn't know, what this boy is worth
My verse is sublime
For that brunette I would commit a crime
For God's sake, tell her to love me

Do you remember that night
When, when to torment each other
We threw a thousand reproaches?
And we didn't know, we didn't know how to be silent